[Intro:]
What’s the matter with you?
Don’t be sad, it’s going to get better

[First Verse:]
Yeah, pull up to spot, (Woo)
Get a little break dance going no need shake hands homie (Nice to meet ya)
Yeah, just play me what you got, and I’ll tell you if it’s hot
Could you bang that for me? (Uh-huh)
We, got more tracks than the NASCAR races (Vroom)
People already hit us up for that path we’re paving
We don’t even give a fuck we just rap till the day ends
Back with the “K” yeah that’s I’m saying
Ima, (Ima) deep thinker (Deep thinker), sweet dreamer (Sweet dreamer)
Feining everyday got me looking my re-up, (My re-up)
Way before my momma copped a Kia
That was back when little Chris got a little taste of weed, huh?
We we’re pulling out trays still putting in the discs
Would’ve said anything to be and sound like them
But then (But then) I found myself and then my town got wind, of what I’m doing here
It’s like a brand new premier, (It’s like a brand new premier)
Let’s make this clear don’t romanticize
Yeah, the shit that I’m doing, you just can’t define
Yamaha dials turnin’ up, amplifyin’
Everybody put your mother fucking hands to the sky
[Pre-Chorus:]
It go; front, back, side to side
Do my little dance if you high on life
I got the homie in the front cause he down to ride
We blowing up on the count of five, so let’s get it now
(1… 2, 3, 4, 5)

[Chorus:]
Have a little fun, (Little fun)
Make some time for yourself ‘fore you give it up, (Give it up)
Yeah I said you better, have a little fun (Aw yeah)
Do some shit in your class to get written up, (Spit or sumn’)
Yeah go out and, have a little fun (Woo)
Hit up the girl that you think about, go pick her up (Give her love)
Please just go and, have a little fun
Cause ain’t nobody really care when you’ve given up (Wake up)

[Second Verse:]
Well, who am I to school you guys? (Woo)
That rule-divine’s how mother fuckers get crucified, (Goddamn)
I’m been tryna get away from these stupid lies ‘fore everybody go and lose their mind, (Lose their mind)
I’m just tryna move the time forward while they on they on the timelines
Chalking on (Chalking on a) a whiteboard, I’m never in my right mind (Right mind)
Till I write rhymes in the night time, call that shit a life line (Life line)
Bitches hit me up I tell em’ “I’m fine”, (I’m fine)
But back then I was such a mess
Groupies always asking me if I could fuck, uh yes (Uh, yes)
But I don’t need to confess, my memories turn to stress
With all my mess ups, and dead ones
Making me who I am, “The next” huh?, (“The next”, huh?)
Yeah, I’m been doing fine just on my own though
I don’t really feel like, ever going home (Nope)
Get an invite ima no show rather not see old hoes
I don’t need to be in their range I shoot for the gold throne, (Pew)
All of them are calling him a bit loco
Why they bringing up that old news that we both know?
I’m rowing boats even if they don’t float
Ain’t that little kid no more I’m chilling with the grown folk (Grown folk)
[Pre-Chorus:]
Now it’s; front, back, side to side
Do my little dance if you high on life
I got the homie in the front cause he down to ride
We blowing up on the count of five, so let’s get it now
(1… 2, 3, 4, 5)

[Chorus:]
Have a little fun, (Little fun)
Make some time for yourself ‘fore you give it up, (Give it up)
Yeah I said you better, have a little fun (Aw yeah)
Do some shit in your class to get written up, (Spit or sumn’)
Yeah go out and, have a little fun (Woo)
Hit up the girl that you think about, go pick her up (Give her love)
Please just go and, have a little fun
Cause ain’t nobody really care when you’ve given up (Wake up)