Smoke Break
TREY CHOPS
GENRE
God damn and it feels so sweet, rolling up a blunt on my mind all week
Yeah, and we gon' double up the deets, 24 racks for a bitchmade feat
And I can't even rhyme, most the time, that's not the crime, it's like a Sub to a Lime
Or prime to Deion, feeling real neon, tryna say I'm silly, I'ma put you in a comatose, E-I
Magic Bus bounce my rhythms, commissary looking hairy, boy we 'bouta kill 'em (Yah)
Hoes tryna catch these feelings, nah, now we out here tryna make a living with no job
Now we out here acting independent like the mob, couscous, get it how you live it, I Won't starve
Shit, and we ain't rеally being stars, I mean we sharе the same cars
And I don't need to be the next big thing, 'cause I'd rather really be a thing
And I don't need to meet the stars and the broads man, I ain't really tryna be a king
Understand that the worlds too thick, all y'all could hold my dick
Money kind of meaningless when you ain't with the shits, steady smoking when you Think about that bitch
Damn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so I gotta get hazed bruh
Thank God for that weed, weed, that weed, weed
Damn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so I gotta get hazed bruh
Thank God for that weed, weed, that weed, weed
Yeah, and we gon' double up the deets, 24 racks for a bitchmade feat
And I can't even rhyme, most the time, that's not the crime, it's like a Sub to a Lime
Or prime to Deion, feeling real neon, tryna say I'm silly, I'ma put you in a comatose, E-I
Magic Bus bounce my rhythms, commissary looking hairy, boy we 'bouta kill 'em (Yah)
Hoes tryna catch these feelings, nah, now we out here tryna make a living with no job
Now we out here acting independent like the mob, couscous, get it how you live it, I Won't starve
Shit, and we ain't rеally being stars, I mean we sharе the same cars
And I don't need to be the next big thing, 'cause I'd rather really be a thing
And I don't need to meet the stars and the broads man, I ain't really tryna be a king
Understand that the worlds too thick, all y'all could hold my dick
Money kind of meaningless when you ain't with the shits, steady smoking when you Think about that bitch
Damn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so I gotta get hazed bruh
Thank God for that weed, weed, that weed, weed
Damn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so I gotta get hazed bruh
Thank God for that weed, weed, that weed, weed
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