Don't you worry about a damn thing... Sunshine You know life can be a dame shame... Sometimes Everything we got is hand made... Home Fried Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Don't you worry about a damn thing... Sunshine Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... You either gon hate it or love it Whatever's weighing you down you gotta rise above it Life is give and take sometimes you gotta shove it Like Rockford Fosgates in a old school bucket Elbow out the window middle finger to the public It is what it is I ain't worried if it wasn't Little sum'n in my cup so yeah a Nicca buzzing Made a few mistakes no sense in huffing' & puffin Shit can go left but what if it doesn't Just keep on truckin' don't get caught in the moment Wins and the loses somebody gotta own em Its all real estate poppa was a rolling stoner He Taught me a lot but I still don't know enough Movie at the speed of life and ain't no slowing up Once you get where you goin you still growing up Then he told me son... What? Don't you worry about a damn thing... Sunshine You know life can be a dame shame... Sometimes Everything we got is hand made... Home Fried Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Don't you worry about a damn thing... Sunshine Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... I just bought a ounce out in Tucson I'm rolling up to my boo come I been living life like a true don Got a stack on me plus coupons I'm loving how she love on me Got a keg and a few drugs on me I do my show while she tug on me Shotgunning beers I got suds on me Where would I be without my homies My bros, my bruhs, my crew, my cronies Exclusive club, members only Take it back to the high top pony's Crossing the country like a pair saucony's Married to the game I'll never be lonely That what you call a holy matrimony Any thing else is a bunch of baloney They got us hopping hoops, dodgin' their obstacles But what's a speed bump to a car that's unstoppable Every month gotta do the impossible Try to stay in pocket when the pressure's intolerable If that's not the play time to call you an audible Get it out the mud like ya came from the Bonnaroo Often you'll fall but don't run to the hospital Rise like the sun n return like the Prodigal This shit ain't on me man it's deep in my Molecules Every last particle Nappy down to the follicle Penning this fire off in someplace tropical Smoke coming off da paper these is the chronicles -Boah!