Written by Che Adams and Chris Henri

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
I never know what’s gonna happen when I grab pen
How can I get you to grasp what I'm imagining

Through the grass, bags of it with a glass of hen, I zone

No long hair, a ceaser, my mind roams, I'm home

A sinner so I'm stoned, writing my wrongs

A brother wearing tracks out I ain't just trying ‘em on

Ripping tags off, stepping out, fly as a drone

Shining never failing, exhaling the ‘la or capones

And then I'm sailing, in air to minds, understand a pair of lines

Feel it and you share the vibe, get lower than the carolines

Every line carries life, each verse a terabyte

Words hold weight, drug dealing as I bury mics

Pitching love by pound, ounce to dub

Slump keys, jab bass and roundhouse the drums

With phrase, the quotes spray as a matter of fact

Go back to ashing the jack after rapping about rap like that

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
Live... love life's what it is
Breathing is a blessing in the burbs or under bridge
Herb or puffing cigs keep the feelings in line
Or sipping brews at barbecues, grub, grilling the side
Just with the crew, couple youngins and they building the vibe
They ‘tryna go, from the cup or pass of the hydro
“We just wanna feel good”, General: The maestro
Make ‘em hit the right notes, rocking with my eyes closed
Aye young, i got my window down with my arm out it
The donkeys and the youngins filling out the bras scouted
A big tipper, sipping even if the bar crowded
If you think you seeing anybody in my squad, doubt it
But I'm just ‘tryna cruise, smoke to Devin the Dude
Watch the wizards with a youngin that's the best in her crew
Ain't from the hood but hood niggas be respecting him too
I'm just ‘tryna paint pictures in my irregular hue...it's how I do

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.

Verse
I know you wanna be my future,
But you're stuck back in my past
Girl, I'm closing up the sutures
But I know the pain will last
I been running, running, running
But it's comin, comin, comin
I need somethin, somethin, somethin
I got nothin, nothin, nothin
I just go about my business l
Let the music fight the stress
Every word and every sentence
Make me hurt a little less
I let it go
I sing a song
I let it flow
As i move on

Chorus
Singin a song about singin...
Singin a song without thinkin...
Singin a song while I'm drinkin...
Singin a song about singin.