Smoke Ethic
Blowing blunts, rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush, hold they boobies up in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click for nothing
Cause our presence is a present just to kick it is a blessing
Blowing blunts, rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush, hold they boobies up in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click for nothing
Cause our presence is a present just to kick it is a blessing
Talk bout this
Talk bout that
Smoking one cloud then smoke a whole pack
Ashes in my lungs talk about everyday
My lungs finna fall you know I be smoking pain
This that real life shit no one isnt real today
This that undergroud shit you know most be all fake
Look at the painting you know they dont have to trace
Look at the mirror and you see your own grey face
Look at that world as flowers turn into grey
But look at the sky and repeat everything I say
Look at the painting you know they dont have to trace
Look at the mirror and you see your own grey face
Look at that world as flowers turn into grey
But look at the sky and repeat everything I say
Groupies rush, hold they boobies up in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click for nothing
Cause our presence is a present just to kick it is a blessing
Blowing blunts, rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush, hold they boobies up in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click for nothing
Cause our presence is a present just to kick it is a blessing
Talk bout this
Talk bout that
Smoking one cloud then smoke a whole pack
Ashes in my lungs talk about everyday
My lungs finna fall you know I be smoking pain
This that real life shit no one isnt real today
This that undergroud shit you know most be all fake
Look at the painting you know they dont have to trace
Look at the mirror and you see your own grey face
Look at that world as flowers turn into grey
But look at the sky and repeat everything I say
Look at the painting you know they dont have to trace
Look at the mirror and you see your own grey face
Look at that world as flowers turn into grey
But look at the sky and repeat everything I say
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Writer(s): Yung Memories
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