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Free Lunch Video (MV)




Performed By: Austin Gibson
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Austin Gibson




Austin Gibson - Free Lunch Lyrics
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Ay, ay, look
This the type of shit that make me roll up
When life is a fight, I just roll with the punches
Remember Lil Gibby used to eat free lunches
Lightyears ahead, but I just started buzzin
Crushin' my doubt without rushin' my process
Flow so sick, it be makin' me nauseous
Chuck Norris, when we kicked down the doors
She said she passionate, cause she a Taurus
Really, she lost in the world like a tourist
Claimin' she livin' her life to the fullest
Sayin' she wholesome, but really she hoein
Frontin' online, thinkin' we not gon' notice
We been at it for like four f*ckin' summers
I'ma makin it out, I can tell, I'm gunna
We not stoppin, put that shit on my mama
We workin' all night, so we cop what we wanna
I hit my boogie like nah, nah, nah
Nigga, f*ck what they sayin, nigga, lah, lah, lah
Know this life could get so damn rough
So I hit up Mary and just puff, puff, puff
Ain't no way I can't let you go
I don't hit you for days, and I be so damn bored
Cloudin' my mind, but I be on cloud nine
Know my sober mind don't have these thoughts like damn
I be drivin' slow, cruisin' on the freeway
I got me some smoke, life ain't gettin' easy
Easy, easy, easy
Life ain't gettin' easy
Look, startin' my day
Writin' my tunes
Fully tapped in by the time it hit noon
Usually hit Saint, not nowadays
Reminiscin' old days
Back when I had to go scoop
Pray you get out, you know I'll see you soon
Miss the old days, you was rockin' my shoes
We was sharin' our clothes
Drivin' my whip to the parties
Jammin' to all of your songs
Drivin' to school, goin' to malls
You know we barely had money at all
You had the rap thing before the whole gang
We was just plottin' how we finna ball
Now we only talk when they let you call
Missin' my nigga, man, missin' my dawg
I do this for you, do this for me
And I do this for all of my niggas that's lost
On the gang
I be drivin' slow, cruisin' on the freeway
I got me some smoke, life ain't gettin' easy
Easy, easy, easy
Life ain't gettin' easy
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Ay, ay, look
This the type of shit that make me roll up
When life is a fight, I just roll with the punches
Remember Lil Gibby used to eat free lunches
Lightyears ahead, but I just started buzzin
Crushin' my doubt without rushin' my process
Flow so sick, it be makin' me nauseous
Chuck Norris, when we kicked down the doors
She said she passionate, cause she a Taurus
Really, she lost in the world like a tourist
Claimin' she livin' her life to the fullest
Sayin' she wholesome, but really she hoein
Frontin' online, thinkin' we not gon' notice
We been at it for like four f*ckin' summers
I'ma makin it out, I can tell, I'm gunna
We not stoppin, put that shit on my mama
We workin' all night, so we cop what we wanna
I hit my boogie like nah, nah, nah
Nigga, f*ck what they sayin, nigga, lah, lah, lah
Know this life could get so damn rough
So I hit up Mary and just puff, puff, puff
Ain't no way I can't let you go
I don't hit you for days, and I be so damn bored
Cloudin' my mind, but I be on cloud nine
Know my sober mind don't have these thoughts like damn
I be drivin' slow, cruisin' on the freeway
I got me some smoke, life ain't gettin' easy
Easy, easy, easy
Life ain't gettin' easy
Look, startin' my day
Writin' my tunes
Fully tapped in by the time it hit noon
Usually hit Saint, not nowadays
Reminiscin' old days
Back when I had to go scoop
Pray you get out, you know I'll see you soon
Miss the old days, you was rockin' my shoes
We was sharin' our clothes
Drivin' my whip to the parties
Jammin' to all of your songs
Drivin' to school, goin' to malls
You know we barely had money at all
You had the rap thing before the whole gang
We was just plottin' how we finna ball
Now we only talk when they let you call
Missin' my nigga, man, missin' my dawg
I do this for you, do this for me
And I do this for all of my niggas that's lost
On the gang
I be drivin' slow, cruisin' on the freeway
I got me some smoke, life ain't gettin' easy
Easy, easy, easy
Life ain't gettin' easy
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Writer: Austin Gibson
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