Nobody blowin' up my phone
I ain't buzzin' and I ain't stoned
But I'm ridin', flyin' higher than the blue sky
If you don't like me, brother, that's okay
I ain't gonna let it wreck my day
I keep stylin', smilin', handin' out the sunshine
I got no good reason why
Damn, it feels good to be me
Seats laid back in my Cutlass Supreme
I'll be alright, rollin' these streets
All summer long
Damn, I got it all figured out