TZT:
[Verse 1]
(West Coast)
This that
Hop on ya skates and maybe slide and hit the block shit
This that roll a blunt or three and smoke until its toxic
Head bumpin, trying to pull the ladies like it’s nothin’

This is like a theme song
This is like a theme song

Sunday type of vibin’, mama woke me up to clean house
Arethra Franklin singing tends to put me in a dream
Out of all the type of feelings, retrospective when I sweep

This is like a theme song
This is like a theme song

[Verse 2]
Ocean waves crashing that’s the only working remedy
Sentimental moments tend to spark my heartbeat’s melody, apparently
I’m cool under pressure with no one next to me
I’m lookin’ out for number 1 and lookin’ down on jealousy

This that self assured shit
This that I want more shit
This that hop on flights and maybe take a whole world tour shit
This is like a theme song
This is like an anthem
I’m taking all the seeds I got, I give my all and plant them
I’m living in this garden, had to struggle through the darkness
Survived the coldest winter storm, the other side is harvest
N***as hardly ever take a break to look to where they started
Acknowledge growth to let you know them struggle days departin’

Ziccy:
[Hook]
My life
Circumstance
Fuck it up
Then repent
Y’all be lookin to a n***a
But my vision start to blend
My life
Circumstance
Fuck it up
Then repent
Y’all be lookin to a n***a
But my vision start to blend
My life
Circumstance
Fuck it up
Then repent
Y’all be lookin to a n***a
But my vision start to blend
My life
Circumstance
Fuck it up
Then repent
Y’all be lookin to a n***a
But my vision start to blend