“Chilling” is the track that comes after “Voicemail1” after the caller reminisces on the old summer days of just chilling around. This track also has the features the first guest-verse of the track-list.
Though laidback, I actually based this song off of the local phrase, “it’s just chilling.” Mean...
[Intro: "Clapping for the Wrong Reasons" by Donald Glover]
I was about to say man
How many vaginas have you accidentally seen?
Wait me?
Oh I'ma say it was never really an accident
It's not an accident, it's not an accident for me either
What? Hahahaha
That's even weirder
You guys are crazy, that makes no sense
You guys sent your girl down there to get me for this?
I didn't sent any girl downstairs
You got a girl here today?
Ean got the sauce, nigga
[Hook]
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go up, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go up, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
[Verse 1: Eanternet]
I am, in the, building, chilling
Damn bruh, I just, respect, women
Damn bruh, happy, for no, reason
That's why, these dudes, see me: villain
That’s why, I don't fuck with these locals
Catch me at Shinobi chilling with my circle
We so noble right now we local
But we gon' hit global, I’m so social
I didn't go through all these hard times to be fucking normal
Bruh I, used to try to fucking fit in
Fuck that, in my table I get choose who sitting
Now I get these NPCs, these XYZs
Tryna chill with the main cast
These ABCs, Mob Gang mentality
[Hook]
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go out, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go up, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
[Verse 2: SagaBoy]
Niggas talking beef but real villains is the pigs
I’ll show you how to eat greens, now I'm seven figs
Seen a brotha lose his life on the news he selling cigs
But darts been killing people longer then that brotha lived
And I grew up in a city, whiter than the 1950’s
White boyz be Richie Richie
Rolling that sticky sticky
Apple Watch go ticky ticky
Not another niggy in sight
Talk about it, be about it, but they don’t know that life
And my background Trinidadian
I’m nasty when, I’m passionate
Here’s a noose, no fashion sense
No balls to fasten it
Faster then ejaculate
Coming faster then flashes shit
(Yeah okay that's pretty tight okay I'll take the one)
[Hook]
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go out, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
Woke up, chilling
Downstairs, chilling
Cook up, chilling
Go up, chilling
Studio, chilling
Workout, chilling
Working, chilling
Working, chilling
[Outro: Dianna]
Hey um do you like music?
(Yeah)
Listen to my friend Ean's mixtape
It's dropping June 21st
Eanternet