Smokin' To Get By
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time that I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time that I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Fuck it right
Ima god
No asking, I say I'm in charge
You flexing like you was the law
Bitch I don't hear no one's regards
Fuck on your thing I'm a winner
Shoutout my idol named Tiller
Stack racks like Im Mac Miller
Cold af bitch i be chiller
Getting high
You and I
On our own supply
Sorry but my crimes
Realized
Yeah I'm outta wine
All of the rhyme
It isn't dime
It is merely fine
I ain't in my prime
So what I'm
Ahead of my time
Well let me rewind
I'm not doing fine
And all of your daughters yeah
They all fucking dimes
But if what I'm saying is staying aligned
Then what I am playing
Is hating the chimes
But sorry, but I
Cannot relate to the hype
If you know my vital signs
Well they finna decline
Yeah I guess I'll just die
And this is goodbye
Oh my
Im feeling so high
I look to the light
And I'm closing my eyes
Hope that my soul will rise
Smokin to get by
Not smokin to get high
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time that I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time that I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Fuck it right
Ima god
No asking, I say I'm in charge
You flexing like you was the law
Bitch I don't hear no one's regards
Fuck on your thing I'm a winner
Shoutout my idol named Tiller
Stack racks like Im Mac Miller
Cold af bitch i be chiller
Getting high
You and I
On our own supply
Sorry but my crimes
Realized
Yeah I'm outta wine
All of the rhyme
It isn't dime
It is merely fine
I ain't in my prime
So what I'm
Ahead of my time
Well let me rewind
I'm not doing fine
And all of your daughters yeah
They all fucking dimes
But if what I'm saying is staying aligned
Then what I am playing
Is hating the chimes
But sorry, but I
Cannot relate to the hype
If you know my vital signs
Well they finna decline
Yeah I guess I'll just die
And this is goodbye
Oh my
Im feeling so high
I look to the light
And I'm closing my eyes
Hope that my soul will rise
Smokin to get by
Not smokin to get high
Woah
I'm not surprised
You know I need it
Woah
You know it's true
Woah
I think it's time I conceded
I'm just tryna find out the truth
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Clay, Samuel Arthur Clay
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