Smoke Break
Six thirty-six, and no anemones
Been smoking since ten, now I'm feeling like a centipede
Heavily intoxicated crossing cross-faded
I swear to god I see Jesus cause Lucifer couldn't make it
Atmosphere is enabled and different means to finagle
Too high to drive and too hungry for bagels
Let it marinate in your skull
Marmalade on the tongue
Falling out to the boy could get peach girls from the slums
Getting into these drugs, purpose another addiction
Hit the blunt till I'm slumped and defund mathematicians
Divide half the prescription
I'm gunning to overdose
She said coke is in her nose
Boogers now been moving slow
And I'm looking for a way out
Another means to know
If it means the hole was just a fiction that we own
And we're frozen
Trapped in the acceleration gunning for a change
The target on my back is just madness ascertained
So when we ride it's for you
I do this for the crew
Don't let it slide; what it do?
We do just what it do
Cicadas stop buzzing
I say it's not nothing
Dropping points of discussion
It's disgusting how it grows out the cracks
Gross out attack
Moss inside the crevice
What a sickly point of reference
Join in beverage
We consume to the doom
We can spoon on the moon
Yeah we muddy from the womb to the tomb
It's terrestrial never let a homie get the best of you
Cause homies only homies when you got the greenest vegetables
Time, time a year is what they invest in me
A promise only worth its owner's integrity
I put it down; now I'm rushed
Got me all out of whack and stuff
All these people wanna see me ball out and rap and such
Acting up, feeling like my drive and my passion sucks
Rooster in my 'Rari blaring out the damn Acura
I son them now I bastard ya
That smarmy kind of silly talk
Wolves in the room; I got a army and a penny stock
Gang gang affili, out the car we let semi bark
Brrangdang it's silly do the dang thang with Billy; I'm a wreck
The first was a good one
Walking with the zombies feel like Herschel in the hood son
Book one
I'm uninspired as hell
I'm screaming where my dogs at; I'm finna die in a well
Get your ducks in a row
Eggs frying in hell
I got a monster in the tank
I got a tyrant to sell, ya bitch
So when we ride it's for you
I do this for the crew
Don't let it slide, what it do?
We do just what it do
Been smoking since ten, now I'm feeling like a centipede
Heavily intoxicated crossing cross-faded
I swear to god I see Jesus cause Lucifer couldn't make it
Atmosphere is enabled and different means to finagle
Too high to drive and too hungry for bagels
Let it marinate in your skull
Marmalade on the tongue
Falling out to the boy could get peach girls from the slums
Getting into these drugs, purpose another addiction
Hit the blunt till I'm slumped and defund mathematicians
Divide half the prescription
I'm gunning to overdose
She said coke is in her nose
Boogers now been moving slow
And I'm looking for a way out
Another means to know
If it means the hole was just a fiction that we own
And we're frozen
Trapped in the acceleration gunning for a change
The target on my back is just madness ascertained
So when we ride it's for you
I do this for the crew
Don't let it slide; what it do?
We do just what it do
Cicadas stop buzzing
I say it's not nothing
Dropping points of discussion
It's disgusting how it grows out the cracks
Gross out attack
Moss inside the crevice
What a sickly point of reference
Join in beverage
We consume to the doom
We can spoon on the moon
Yeah we muddy from the womb to the tomb
It's terrestrial never let a homie get the best of you
Cause homies only homies when you got the greenest vegetables
Time, time a year is what they invest in me
A promise only worth its owner's integrity
I put it down; now I'm rushed
Got me all out of whack and stuff
All these people wanna see me ball out and rap and such
Acting up, feeling like my drive and my passion sucks
Rooster in my 'Rari blaring out the damn Acura
I son them now I bastard ya
That smarmy kind of silly talk
Wolves in the room; I got a army and a penny stock
Gang gang affili, out the car we let semi bark
Brrangdang it's silly do the dang thang with Billy; I'm a wreck
The first was a good one
Walking with the zombies feel like Herschel in the hood son
Book one
I'm uninspired as hell
I'm screaming where my dogs at; I'm finna die in a well
Get your ducks in a row
Eggs frying in hell
I got a monster in the tank
I got a tyrant to sell, ya bitch
So when we ride it's for you
I do this for the crew
Don't let it slide, what it do?
We do just what it do
Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Garren Sean Langford
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