Relax

[Intro:]
How do you do it J.R.?
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Be cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Round town with it, I'mma be back (Yeah)
Stay cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Rush hour baby, I don't need that (Yeah)
So be cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeahh)
Round town with it, I'mma be back (Yeahh)
Stay cool, (Stay cool) relax (Yeah)
Rush hour baby, I don't need that (Need that, yeah)

[Verse 1:]
Need that, I need the gas stepping on the floor
Go hard, like fuck the weather, when it rains it pours
Been here, you looking lost, you need a fuckin' tour
No way, it ain't no sweetie shit, not like before
I been going at it, 24-7
But I gotta go 25-8, keep it real witcha
I'm slowing down if I'm smoking on the kill witcha
I'm playing catchup, I don't even wanna deal witcha
Everyday, steady hopping out of coffins
Just to run a marathon, running after that deposit
I'm, not already poppin', and I need that new shit droppin'
Dr-dr-droppin', to be honest, I don't see another option
So I'm snoozing my alarm, way too tired
Then I stumble through that bullshit cuz they told me it's required
Then I post up in the lab, and I can't think of any fire
But it's only one thing that you can do

[Chorus:]
Be cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Round town with it, I'mma be back (Yeah)
Stay cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Rush hour baby, I don't need that (Yeah)
So be cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeahh)
Round town with it, I'mma be back (Yeahh)
Stay cool, (Stay cool) relax (Yeahh)
Rush hour baby, I don't need that (Need that)

[Refrain:]
Be cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Round town with it, I'mma be back (Yeah)
Stay cool, (Yeah) relax (Yeah)
Rush hour baby, I don't need that (Yeah)

[Verse 2:]
Now this is my tranquility, you feelin' me
It's signed and sealed delivery, I'm sending you some inner peace
It's chiller than your pillow flipped, birds of feather whistlin'
So come flock with me, walk and talk with me
I got dreams about as big as California
But my room feeling small, stress made me face the corner
We all got deadlines; we all gotta hustle
We all got demons; I'm just not accustomed
To having to cope, rookie at giving a fuck
When I used to make messes, someone picked my shit up
Now it's my life to ruin-- excuse me, no pressure
It's my life of beauty, that's truly so special
Remember

[Outro:]
Nobody's keeping score