Nobody blowin’ up my phone
I ain’t buzzin’ and I ain’t stoned
But I’m ridin’, flyin’ higher than the blue sky
If you don’t like me, brother, that’s okay
I ain’t gonna let it wreck my day
I keep stylin’, smilin’, handin’ out the sunshine
I got no good reason why
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
Seats laid back in my Cutlass Supreme
I’ll be alright
Rollin’ these streets all summer long
 [bad word]  I got it all figured out
I got no worries that I’m worried about
It’s like I caught some crazy, happy disease
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
Bought some cheap shades at the Amoco Station
They make me feel like I’m on vacation
On my own island, motor city paradise
Ain’t it funny how time flies?
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
T-Top’s down in my Cutlass Supreme
I’ll be alright
Rollin’ these streets all summer long
 [bad word]  I got it all figured out
I got no worries that I’m worried about
It’s like I caught some crazy, happy disease
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
Got no particular place to go
My Alpine’s pumpin’ some Motown soul
Rockin’ to a Papa Was Rollin’ Stone
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
Fresh pair of kicks and my old blue jeans
I’ll be alright
Rollin’ these streets all summer long
 [bad word]  I got it all figured out
I got no worries that I’m worried about
It’s like I caught some Coltrane Love Supreme
 [bad word]  it feels good to be me
(Coltrane Love Supreme)
It feels so good
(Coltrane Love Supreme)
It feels so good
(Coltrane Love Supreme)
 [bad word]  it feels good