Kaze Jones – Chylln Lyrics ft. Kevin Kloud & Vici.PR

Chylln Lyrics By Kaze Jones ft. Kevin Kloud & Vici.PR

Let me take your stress away
I got tree and Alize
We in Californ-i-a
And there ain’t no rainy days, yeah

‘Cause the sky is the limit when you live so free
Ain’t no stressin’ me, but the damn police
It’s a good life baby, and I know you want it
So hop in a jet, (Yo) when you land, I got you

When the tide gets bigger, my stress beyond measure
I jus get lost in the music, and I feel better
Sound is the vibration, releasing all the pressure
I’ma keep it movin’ no matter the rainy weather
We just out here livin’ up the Cali vibes,
Chillin’ with our fam, kick it with out tribes
Leave all the baggage at home and at the office
Try to live it up, stop nesting in yo’ coffin

Get up, get out, get on, pursue something,
Time is only finite, before you wither to nothing
Live without regret every time I’m outta bed
Try to wipe my slate, get clarity instead
Stacked in my schedule, my leisure up in the cesspool
It could never kill me, I be similar to Deadpool
Scarred on the outside, but feelin’ kinda super
Sky is the limit, sorta like a paratrooper

Let me take your stress away
I got tree and Alize
We in Californ-i-a
And there ain’t no rainy days, yeah

‘Cause the sky is the limit when you live so free
Ain’t no stressin’ me, but the damn police
It’s a good life baby, and I know you want it
So hop in a jet, when you land, I got you

Okay I wanna bring it back to the time where we begin (Yeah)
Listen to my story, this my story going in (Oh)
See I’m twenty-four now, getting started getting older (Woo)
Music warming up like some cold leftovers (Haha)
On my shoulder that’s the coldest that I’ve ever really been (Nah)
Packing punches like the Pacquiao with the power to win (Uh)
And I’ma get rich or die trying, chasing the gold (Yee)
And I can’t put the music sh*t aside, it’s part of my soul

I don’t know, oh-oh-oh (Woah) what I really wanna do (Uh)
Four-year plan, well that just ain’t true
The American dream is dead, don’t be amazed (Yeah)
Where to put my pa**ion, could I still get paid?
I’m spitting fire in the booth, you could catch the smoke
And I would never hang my dreams like a worn-out coat
I want the Jordans, the Tims, and the fanciest clothes (Yee)
And the California lifestyle, we blessed with those

So tell the world Vici’s coming back to take it by force (Yee)
With no remorse, I’m serving dishes like a three-meal course
Kn-Kn-Knowledge on the side (Uh) and experience to back it (What)
Can’t take the heat, finna take off my jacket (Haha)
That’s how I did it, and that’s how it’s done (Oh)
Khaled mindset when I hit another one (Yeah)
It’s the ‘California Love’ style, Pac said it once
Flip this b*tch around like a Jackie Chan stunt, yee

Let me take your stress away
I got tree and Alize
We in Californ-i-a
And there ain’t no rainy days, yeah

‘Cause the sky is the limit when you live so free
Ain’t no stressin’ me, but the damn police
It’s a good life baby, and I know you want it
So hop in a jet, when you land, I got you