© 2025 Crazynapz. All rights reserved. Explicit content. Any unauthorized use, copying, distribution, or performance of this track is strictly prohibited and punishable by law. --- [Hook – Opening] High on life, no pill, no script Simple shit—good food, fat spliff Wife in the kitchen, ass like a gift Kids in the yard, that’s my real drip Fuck a chain, I shine in my zone Southern breeze, I’m chillin’ at home No drama, just smoke and a song Feelin’ good, like nothin’ went wrong --- [Verse 1] Woke up to my lil’ one laughin’, sun peekin’ through the blinds Coffee strong, blunt rolled, peace of mind I thought I’d never find Ain’t no Benz in the driveway, just a beat-up Chevy that ride But I’m rich in spirit, broke in stress, got love that money can’t buy Wife hummin’ in the kitchen, hips swayin’ like a slow jam Kids wildin’ in the yard, I’m just watchin’ like “Damn” Used to chase the bag, now I chase the breeze Used to drown in liquor, now I sip with ease No gold chain, just a gold soul No fake friends, just fam that hold No club nights, just porch light No loud fights, just loud pipes I’m good with the simple, fuck the fame I’m high on life, not chasin’ game --- [Hook – Repeat] High on life, no pill, no script Simple shit—good food, fat spliff Wife in the kitchen, ass like a gift Kids in the yard, that’s my real drip Fuck a chain, I shine in my zone Southern breeze, I’m chillin’ at home No drama, just smoke and a song Feelin’ good, like nothin’ went wrong --- [Verse 2] Grill poppin’, sweat on my brow, ice in my glass, I’m coolin’ Neighbors wave, dogs bark, whole block vibin’, no foolin’ Got bills, got stress, but I ain’t lettin’ that shit ruin My moment of peace, my slice of joy, my life I’m pursuin’ Got my son on the steps, askin’ why the sky so blue Told him, “That’s God’s paintbrush, lil’ man, just enjoy the view” My oldest daughter readin’, youngest singin’ off-key Wife yellin’ “Dinner ready,” I’m buzzed off THC Ain’t no mansion, but this love feel grand Ain’t no millions, but I got a rich plan Fuck the grind if it steal my smile I want slow days, let the world run wild Let the haters talk, let the stress knock I’m too damn high on life to let it block I’m too damn grown to fake the vibe I’m too damn blessed to let it slide --- [Bridge] Fuck the fame, I want freedom Fuck the flex, I want feelin’ Fuck the grind if it killin’ I want slow days, real healin’ Let the world spin, I’m chillin’ Let the bullshit keep spillin’ I’m too high on this livin’ To let the hate start drillin’ --- [Hook – Final] High on life, no pill, no script Simple shit—good food, fat spliff Wife in the kitchen, ass like a gift Kids in the yard, that’s my real drip Fuck a chain, I shine in my zone Southern breeze, I’m chillin’ at home No drama, just smoke and a song Feelin’ good, like nothin’ went wrong ---
