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(Verse 1) Timbuktu:
I keep it custard, glued to the couch set
I get my outlet fully outstretched
I get my kicks snackinâ on babyback ribs
Chillinâ in the gravymack crib
Leave the runninâ to others, Iâll be calm here
Laid back, robe on and the armchair
And get a footrub, and some good love
Just ease the self and eat âtil Iâm fill of
That would be a nice stressless life
With less phonecalls from pesterinâ types
And less restless nights, less tests in sight
And more of what I like with all the extras, right?
Chords:
Chill like a pro with a veteranâs habit
Like sucked the sedatives out the medicine cabinet
I donât like work, donât like lifting fingers
I swim in gravy like a chicken dinner
And just chill, stay true to the word
Body so relaxed itâs like Iâm doing the worm
And if thereâs food in the house, Iâm glued to the couch
Spliff in my right hand, a brew in my mouth
Elbows back, itâs a well-known fact
That Iâm stuck to the bed like a velcro strap
Doing nothing, not tired at all
But I ainât getting up unless I hear the fire alarm
(Chorus) Rantoboko:
I like to chill, I like to have a lick fun
We donât bother nobody, we donât have no big gun
Me love to chill
And I listen to me new wave
I like to chill I like to have a lick fun
We donât carry no weapon mr policeman
Canât I just chill?
Just listen to me new wave
(Verse 2) Timbuktu:
I love to chill, gotta chill to love
I feel the drums and I build it up
With my boys and a beer and a couple of birds
Such as the world interfere youâre fucking disturbed
Suckers and nerds always wanna ruin the fun
Whether itâs MCâs or police persuinâ Jason
But any chance I get catch me kickin it to dancer chicks
Taking sips, sucking on cancer sticks
Chords:
Iâm so tasters I even sip my tang on the rocks
All stretched out by the grandfather clock
But donât get me wrong I land on your block, hand on my crotch
And put your whole camp on the spot
All over some shit you said on the b-side
Or dropped off the head in a freestyle
But Iâd rather keep to the side
And cork up the tinto when the weekend arrives
Chorus
(Bridge)
Weâre straight lampin, maxin and relaxin
Cold chillinâ just kickin it back and
Leveitatin, just based in
Sautéenin, marinating
(Verse 3) Chords:
I donât keep it a secret
All I do is smoke weed with my people and sleep through the weekends
Late night find Chords on his back
4 in the morning watching war of the ants
Timbuktu:
Touring with Chance through northern Europe and France
Forward advance, fillin up floors at the dance
We donât work, we get paid for R&R
City to city, every day is like Mardi Gras
Chords:
Eatin Häagen Dazs is like a daily chore
So if you wanna see me moving, dawg pay me more
And if not, keep passing them trees
And keep the voice down while Iâm catching the zâs
Timbuktu:
Last but not least itâs all over after we leave
With Chords at the wheel I max in the passenger seat
Ah yeah, the whole car shake from the woofers
Itâs a chillfest so partake in the goodness
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