[ VERSE 1: Breeze ]
Loungin, a lazy sort of topic
To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object
You just relax and your body gets weak

And sometimes your mind can't find the time to even think
Still in bed, had my pillows all set up
I'm glad I had a remote because I didn't wanna get up
A knock at the door, oh no, a problem's evolved
Nah, I wasn't gettin up if it was skins involved
Flicked the channel on 4 to chill and watch the Cosby's
A ring from the phone, who could it be? Oh, the posse
Picked up the phone and all I heard was bass poundin
Asked the kid what he was doin and I replied, "Loungin"
"Put on your clothes, tonight we're gonna ring it"
Nah, not tonight, my man, I can't swing it
Hung up the phone, no way my life was gonna be ruined
No need to ask what's happenin cause you know what I'm doin

[ VERSE 2: Breeze ]
Here's a perfect example of loungin
For those who don't understand, well, I'll change it all around and
Put it in a way so you won't forget
And for all you fight