Croosh

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

 
Dreams Escape 

 Dreams escape the outer region of my dome/ 
 Right past the skull bone/ 
 Wondering how to write a full poem/ 
 The dead and dull roam/ 
 But I'm the Nordic traveler/ 
 My eyes are the compass, unraveled sir/ 
 Do you need something?/ 
 Let me know now/ 
 I got the snow plow/ 
 Time to move the seasons/ 
 For a couple hundred different reasons/ 
 Mostly the legality side/ 
 Foul mouth crowds arise/ 
 I killed the mocking hypocrites/ 
 But then again they still exist/ 
 Asking the fam and fans if they feel my shit/ 
 We still build brick by brick/ 
 My passion is layered as well as the dreams/ 
 Gore and happiness still have screams/ 
 One horrific, one terrific/ 
 Digest this how you want, preferably I sip it/ 
 Ship it to a different set of individuals/ 
 Switch the residuals, no more shit that's pitiful/ 
 Got a full clip of bull/ 
 The horns I didn't need to grab/ 
 It just happened, now it seems I have/ 
 Fame and glory but that's just a high life thought/ 
 Relax or you'll get twisted and distraught/ 
 Clouds of haze distort the truest of visions/ 
 I ride a top like Goku until I pass with precision/ 
 (Sit and listen or become a pot to piss in) 

Dreams Escape

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Marino Maali

Cold Technique (Feat. Marino Maali) 

 I use the coldest technique when I rock it/ 
 I make em' freeze where they stand and they can't object/ 
 This has been my heart frozen by art/ 
 The jealous ones who envy want to rip me apart/ 
 I am too strong to let them get in my vantage point/ 
 I waited to long, got the special blessing to anoint/ 
 These so called demons, scheming and plotting on my downfall/ 
 They laugh in the background, I get around ya'll/ 
 Because that's where I belong and need to be/ 
 They say the truth is the only thing to set you free/ 
 The lying media makes the most money/ 
 Conflicts of interest, I just want you to see/ 
 I'd rather be homeless, then never fulfilling my dome mess/ 
 Alone stressed, my dreams are my own, alone fess/ 
 Up already, don't be a cloned carbon copy/ 
 Clean up the world, don't leave it looking sloppy/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 (Marino Maali Verse) 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 I know under my conditions it's just a matter of time/ 
 I splatter these lines, never held or confined/ 
 I release from the inner visions of Mr. Wonder/ 
 Never wasting a second, who knows when I'm going under/ 
 I drink like a fish, my thought process doesn't fit/ 
 Enough words to explain what is bliss and what this is/ 
 It's more than music, it takes on different forms/ 
 Like a Decepticon ready to transform/ 
 The way others think and perceive what I am/ 
 Not from this planet but came to take a stand/ 
 For those who are like minded with the same energy/ 
 If only I had a single penny for every/ 
 Time that you didn't understand my actions/ 
 It would be in the one percent with dividends and fractions/ 
 That will never happen, strength is what I strive for/ 
 I just want to live my life and provide more/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/

Coldest Technique (Feat. Marino Maali)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Silver Moon 

 Harlem nights, mid 50's, late 60's/ 
 Fine brimmed hat, no 59/50's/ 
 Suited up, nowadays looking thrifty/ 
 Late night grimace from those looking shifty/ 
 Wondering to myself if the misses might miss me/ 
 Took some time to reflect, sometimes I'm iffy/ 
 About where her whereabouts might be/ 
 My conscious is like the movie by Spike Lee/ 
 Took the midnight train headed nowhere/ 
 Out the window staring at the skies, glow weird/ 
 It seemed to have no craters, a silver globe/ 
 Like the ball in Epcot on a night so cold/ 
 The temperature made a mans face bold/ 
 And make him contemplate on days so old/ 
 Sad memories appear and then vanish/ 
 So in a way it seemed to be a disadvantage/ 
 But the pain actually made him stronger/ 
 The darkness just lingered on way longer/ 
 Than what was truly expected/ 
 The moon fully rose resurrected/ 
 Above the city and all it's inhabitants/ 
 And on the rivers, a sad empress/ 
 Waits alone at home like Macaulay/ 
 Blessed with patience from He who is holy/ 
 The whole time she was supposed to be out and about/ 
 In the park he let his frustrations out/ 
 No doubt he was upset at the past dealings/ 
 He needed to free himself, no beings/ 
 This was the chance of a sign of compassion/ 
 So when he got home something happened/ 
 On the balcony there bestowed his bliss/ 
 A Goddess, moon outlined, with a kiss/

Silver Moon

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh & Prez P

After Midnight (Feat. Prez P) 

Long strenuous hours working in the factory/ 
 With nothing in this world but this music backing me/ 
 Which includes the homie Danny/ 
 Uncanny with beats hard to obtain like rare candies/ 
 We're brothers from separate families, understand me?/ 
 Anyone mess with him, they get blammed with the jammie/ 
 But anyways, I'm in this mode to write after midnight/ 
 They say the kid tight, sick when I enlighten/ 
 I'm godlike, similar to Poseidon/ 
 Striking with my liquid triton/ 
 I grab this mic when any situation occurs/ 
 Skuzzle down some liquors and observe/ 
 Deploy a couple of nouns and some verbs/ 
 I know my life was by the curb but now I'm on the verge/ 
 To reemerge with a vengeance and urge/ 
 On a night with dark skies to encourage/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/ 

 (Prez P Verse) 
 Damn, my head spinning at 12am/ 
 Smoking on the same weed as Birdman/ 
 And rubbing her butt cheeks with both hands/ 
 Money flying make me realize that cash ain't shit man/ 
 Paper don't fold/ 
 It gets blown and burned and it grows again/ 
 Might see me out in one night/ 
 And never see me in your life again/ 
 I'm in rare form and she don't mind joining in/ 
 If I pull up in the Porsche, her friends gunna want to hop in/ 
 A style like mine don't leave em' with too much options/ 
 They opt in, NO problem/ 
 Too hard to solve and/ 
 If it's Me and Croosh on the loose, hold yours close/ 
 Cuz' girls all wanna fly/ 
 Don't let her tell you that she won't/ 
 I take her hieghts that you don't/ 
 I'm rolling and smoking, going loco/ 
 But I'm in my zone, trying to take 4 girls on a flight home/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/


After Midnight (Feat. Prez P)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

One Of A Kind 

 Elevated mind state, rhymes great/ 
 Never worried about crime rate/ 
 It is what is to be, look at me/ 
 I went from poverty stricken to full of hope while my flows start kicking/ 
 Other opponents out of the mainstream into this waterfall/ 
 How many fucks were given? None at all/ 
 Trust me in my short life I've done it ya'll, I summit tall/ 
 Still leaving a legacy like Legasus/ 
 On point floating off this earth like Hercules on a Pegasus/ 
 Instead of this regular nonsense that's mediocre/ 
 You get life's gamble, a game of poker/ 
 What might provoke you, doesn't even faze me/ 
 Mad shit I've seen simply has me crazy/ 
 I'm far beyond the norm, born to perform/ 
 An intense perfect storm, I sound the alarm/ 

 (Break) 

 How many artists take the same route?/ 
 Sell their soul thinking they can make dumb amounts/ 
 Of the cashola but settle for less/ 
 Get brainwashed, owe money and never invest/ 
 Stay stressed while I stick out like a sore thumb/ 
 Do ridiculous tours receive more income/ 
 My dreams are closer than your hopeless future/ 
 I think my spaceship is the best commuter/ 
 You talk smack on the computer, that shows your flaws/ 
 OG code of laws, you were never close to boss/ 
 I rise victimless in a mixed in mess/ 
 Exposing the truth about this art, restrictions kept/ 
 Most witnesses from saying words of confidence/ 
 The ones who spoke out confess are forgotten more than less/ 
 I came to re embrace Hip-Hop to save/ 
 And pray the B.S. gets marked for a grave/

One Of A Kind

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Phresh James

Higher Than You've Ever Been (Feat. Phresh James) 

 Plane lifted and her mind drifted/ 
 This is it, where all bliss is/ 
 She just needed to live in the sky of grace/ 
 This is where she felt was her true birth place/ 
 Soaring through clouds of truest wonders/ 
 Her mind elevated and said they'll never take me under/ 
 No words could explain what was pursed to her lips/ 
 Picture joy and love times 100 backflips/ 
 It's hard to breathe at such high altitudes/ 
 Melodic tunes, majestic flowered moods/ 
 Reflective on nothing but The Greater Good/ 
 Cruising past the bad is all that she could/ 
 The dreams, hopes, had all come surreal/ 
 Forever they flew, passed into heavens zeal/ 
 He turned to her and smiled with a grin/ 
 Girl I'm about to take you higher than you've ever been/ 

 (Break) 

 (Phresh James Verse)

Higher Than You've Ever Been (Feat. Phresh James)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

French Lady 

 I wanna sleep with you while it's raining in a room with a tin roof/ 
 No spoof, all truth/ 
 I'm itching for it like I got a sweet tooth/ 
 I see youth and pray that their minds expand like rubber bands/ 
 It's so hard to understand/ 
 The trials we go through together/ 
 I know when I'm with you our hearts merge forever/ 
 Infinity is a countless thing we try to conceive as a concept/ 
 What's the definition of finalized/ 
 The marital agreement I see in your eyes lights my night sky like fireflies/ 
 Every time my four chambers try/ 
 We still fight the anger inside waiting for two spectrums to collide/ 
 Love spills in too many directions to keep on the canvas/ 
 Searching for future answers/ 
 Just let them be/ 
 I know why the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree/ 
 Aligning two beings as lines of symmetry/ 
 Lustful thoughts keep tempting me/ 
 Working extremely hard, the death of me/ 
 Hoping the world will be accepting me/ 
 Sometimes I'm so lazy, I forget what day it is/ 
 Sleeping in darkness, forget sun rays exist/ 
 Instead of this immense array of colors/ 
 I become this bland display of lubber/

French Lady

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

 
O.E. (Ole English) 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

 An uncandid standard of the gambler, rambler/ 
 Don't try and tamper/ 
 Speed and strength of a panther/ 
 A hustler with results but no answers/ 
 Keep the pace steady as a canter/ 
 Danny Dee sampler, extraordinaire/ 
 More than sort of rare/ 
 Scores made to put you in intensive care/ 
 Macking like a Polar Bear/ 
 Hard to see with solar glare/ 
 But they stop and stare/ 
 Golden bottle, fresh cold air/ 
 Been drinking this since Double Dare/ 
 Stories impaired, paradise I'm there/ 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

 A cold brew, just a 32/ 
 The sky looks midnight blue/ 
 One of very few/ 
 A man with different shades and hues/ 
 I already paid my dues/ 
 Getting paid like pay per view/ 
 Balling when I break the cue/ 
 Vibing in the stu, this is how we do/ 
 Throwing on some comfy shoes/ 
 Hit the bodega with the crew/ 
 Brown bags and all/ 
 Never will I ever stall/ 
 Taking down the whole bottle/ 
 But please don't Sip and Fall/ 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

O.E. (Ole English)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Waste of time 

 Into your blubber I inject the rifle/ 
 You better start to dissect the bible/ 
 Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival/ 
 Standing looking stifled, I'm liable/ 
 To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled/ 
 I hold this mic cold/ 
 Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes/ 
 At those opposing forces/ 
 Forced to finish you like full courses/ 
 Of course I have to resort to the hard way/ 
 On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway/ 
 Fuck what those snobs say/ 
 I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay/ 
 The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore/ 
 Surely they knew not what was in store/ 
 The boy who started to become a man/ 
 Finally became one never looked back or ran/ 
 My pops wants me to have success/ 
 These other cats want me to sign/ 
 The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed/ 
 And I told those cats I flatly decline/ 
 So as I recline my mind so Devine/ 
 I show them a sign that makes them inclined/ 
 To show more ignorance to what I do/ 
 It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew/ 
 Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit/ 
 If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift/ 
 I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits/ 
 And pray it happens to all those who hear it/ 
 They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry/ 
 You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly/ 
 Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away/ 
 Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say/

Waste Of Time

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh, Prez P & Sean Buck

Frozen In Time (Feat. Prez P & Sean Buck) 

 Raindrops dripping down from the window seal/ 
 On the lookout to see if there's something real/ 
 Is this reality simply a deceiving dream/ 
 If it is I need to write it down and need a whole paper ream/ 
 I'm skating clean here on this slate of mine/ 
 Enjoying the nature around me, the sun will shine/ 
 Once the clouds clear, which seems to never be/ 
 I'm floating around just like a feather free/ 
 From what I don't want happening/ 
 Absent from the mind that formatted him/ 
 In other words, my being is released/ 
 On another level, supreme is what I've reached/ 
 On the watch it reads 4:14pm/ 
 Middle of the afternoon, almost evening/ 
 Cashmere blankets, little chandeliers/ 
 Beauty obstructs this ringing in my ears/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2) 

 (Prez P Verse) 
 I got the Rolex with the icicles on the bezel/ 
 No tic-tocking, got the bitches jocking/ 
 Trying to ride, flocking/ 
 Round a nigga like I'm telling them a story/ 
 This ain't story time baby/ 
 This is real cold pimping from the South side of Florida/ 
 Make you switch from Toyotas/ 
 To high class, all glass ceiling vehicle/ 
 That they'll kill you for/ 
 I'm holding on the wheel/ 
 Trying to cop a feel/ 
 On her hour glass figure/ 
 When you see me with her/ 
 (You) Probably think I paid a pretty penny for her/ 
 But this dime mine/ 
 And I don't even want her/ 
 She's trying to change things in order for her favor/ 
 I don't do favors, I just like to have mine in flavors/ 
 I'm rolling down the interstate doing 95/ 
 My ride so fast, police see me and pull over to the side/ 
 I'm in my vibe, I hope niggas respect my mind/ 
 I'll take your girl and have you frozen in time/ 
 I'm cold hearted slime/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2) 

 (Sean Buck Verse) 
 Smoke swirls in my vision/ 
 Only thoughts in my head to expand my living/ 
 God calling, I answer and listen/ 
 Knowledge we over see/ 
 I pray to the sky where good and evil collide/ 
 And say Lord forgive them/ 
 Minds clouded by the system/ 
 I vibe to my souls rhythm/ 
 I don't watch T.V., don't want to live like them/ 
 Understand my vibe is my Gods calling/ 
 Time isn't real, live like its real, that's why our people falling/ 
 Rather put time into my darling/ 
 Queen to a king/ 
 Balance and equal in my life, perfect melody sing/ 
 I play her like a guitar/ 
 She help me and take me so far from the allure/ 
 No moving fast, let's vibe at the park/ 
 Watch the clouds move till' it gets kind of dark/ 
 And later talk about all the shapes that we saw/ 
 Life is much better when it's simple and plain/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2)

Frozen In Time (Feat. Prez P & Sean Buck)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Simba (Simba) 

 We chilling out on a mountain/ 
 Out in Tanzania paper counting/ 
 Bouncing like some old Jay ish/ 
 We don't play shit, it's outrageous/ 
 Amazing flavors of sunsets/ 
 Strawberry sherbet, I ain't done yet/ 
 We got the cherry lime, honey dew/ 
 Sunny skyline overviews/ 
 Cobalt blue hues, during the daytime/ 
 Disperse, spray and replay lines/ 
 Back and forth with lion roars/ 
 Galloping gazelles, worldwide tours/ 
 Zebras bask, gators on the bank/ 
 Tropical birds on hippos that sank/ 
 Reemerge, attack, predatorily/ 
 Storms of stampedes quarterly/ 
 Elephants, rhinos, animal kingdom/ 
 They call me Simba, the king comes/ 
 On a safari, throughout the jungle/ 
 I'm a beast, nothing like a monkeys uncle/ 
 I'm the Rafiki they ask advice from/ 
 Nearby tribes make noise and strike drums/ 
 Speaking from native tongues in the motherland/ 
 I'm the brother-man, trying to expand my other plans/ 
 To move across this continent, reinvent my presence/ 
 To take my culture and bring it back to the essence/ 
 Hyenas smirk behind the tree planted on Earth/ 
 Speaking nothing but dirt until someone's hurt/ 
 I rework nature with the globe and creatures/ 
 I dig deep with my roots, the truth seeker/ 
 Survival of the illest, many seem weaker/ 
 I was brought up by the poor righteous teachers/ 
 Ancestry, a tree of my family/ 
 Can it be, that they plan to free/ 
 People as well as their open minds/ 
 If that's the case, I'll throw them mine/ 
 And so I climb to the peaks pinnacle/ 
 Overlook my dynasty ever so cynical/ 
 And just as I begin to pull facts out/ 
 I'm on the cliff dodging death ready to back out/ 
 Opposite of my father...

Simba

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh & Sean Buck

 
Life Passing Me (Feat. Sean Buck) 

 (Hook) 
 Living life is passing me/ 
 Lord knows what I plan to be/ 
 My focus is much greater G/ 
 In Life I want to make history/(x2) 

 My idols gave up on their dreams and aspirations/ 
 I never gave up, not even a second of hesitation/ 
 The word Hip-Hop had one of the worst deprivations/ 
 I put my all in this culture, Die hard dedication/ 
 Despicable how they deceive with demonstrations/ 
 My strong willingness was conserved with preservation/ 
 On cloud nine dodging sinful temptations/ 
 I hear the angels calling upstairs, Earth is my vacation/ 
 Never a carbon copy, you're a mirror imitation/ 
 Complacent with this insatiable sensation/ 
 We live in a society of laziness a stagnant nation/ 
 Our leaders show no credentials, political aggravation/ 
 Trying to realize the bigger picture of creation/ 
 And understand we aren't stuck in an elsewhere simulation/ 
 All this makes me better I lead in education/ 
 Until then read the scriptures of revelations/ 

 (Hook) 
 Living life is passing me/ 
 Lord knows what I plan to be/ 
 My focus is much greater G/ 
 In Life I want to make history/(x2) 

 (Sean Buck Verse) 

 (Hook) 
 Living life is passing me/ 
 Lord knows what I plan to be/ 
 My focus is much greater G/ 
 In Life I want to make history/(x2) 

Life Passing Me (Feat. Sean Buck)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

The Burbs 

 Damage Collateral, I'm in combatable/ 
 Rattle Bones for the capital, capping them at the avenue/ 
 Lyrics keep stabbing you, mental steep, grabbing who?/ 
 No one but the masses, Titan Clashes/ 
 Different task, ask us till' we hit the caskets/ 
 Grab your rosaries and rose flower baskets/ 
 Flow, unmasked it, dope head bastard/ 
 Special re-mastered, walls broke, no plaster/ 
 Undisputed, executed next to shoot it/ 
 The rocket through the roof, magician spoof/ 
 Vanish poof/ 
 Cloud of smog flipped like a Pog/ 
 Grabbed the stock of the entire catalog faster than Sonic The Hedgehog/ 
 Fed up with the fake shit, mistaken,barrier breaking/ 
 What I'm making?, Money, I'm caking/ 
 In this God forsaken, Ape draped in prison cell/ 
 Give them Hell under my spell/ 
 Shotgun, give them a shell/ 
 No one could tell/ 
 I'm the undeniable, desirable, bio-flow/ 
 Bio hazardous, unreliable/ 
 Slamming foes with the hammer/ 
 Flash your cameras/ 
 Despicable, no one could stand you/ 
 And this is my answer (x3).../

The Burbs

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh, Tha Sound & Sean Buck

Enjoy Your Life [Bonus] (Feat. Tha Sound & Sean Buck) 

 (Tha Sound Introduction) 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 (Sean Buck Verse) 
 Some say luck, I think no such thing/ 
 Gods path so strong, in the end heaven sing/ 
 Patience and living, I love my fam, much giving/ 
 Sun rays on my forehead/ 
 Letters of love and peace written/ 
 In my time, I see my future very clear/ 
 Living what I feel and keep it real/ 
 Vibing through the bullshit, life is ill/ 
 Florida raised me, niggas out here gettin mills/ 
 I plan to get mine, I reach to a higher level/ 
 Things may not make sense at first, God's going to teach me/ 
 Life lessons, the sprits shall reach me (Dim the lights)/ 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 Morning breaches, night ceases/ 
 Delightful features, life leases/ 
 We don't follow suit, we mix them like cards/ 
 A gang of troops, we defy the odds/ 
 Righteous ways, we were brought up/ 
 Ramen noodles, chicken broth got us/ 
 Proper energy throughout the day/ 
 We had sunsets of gold, over-casted gray/ 
 Clouds hum loud with thunderous roars/ 
 The mind breached freedom, significant soars/ 
 Boredom was aroused by radio hits/ 
 Rather see an underground legend with stadium bliss/ 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 (Sean Buck Spoken Word Outro) 
 Yeah, find yourself/ 
 You can't be no one else/ 
 The truth is out there, it's your choice to find it/ 
 Roll a spliff and light it, mend your soul n find it/ 
 Meditate the info of life in due time kid/ 
 You can be down and out/ 
 Just find yourself and thug it out (thug it out)/

Croosh

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