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prod. desolate lands
vox. sakaree
guest vox. kip c & huey t
lyrics;;
[sakaree]
i used to wake up, smoke, smoke again,
make music, smoke til i choke again, beat cheeks, smoke,
put on chief keef then i smoke again, buss a joke about how much i smoke,
take a toke, blow smoke again
take a nap, cant dream cause i smoked again,
wake up, rinse repeat, smoke til i croak again
make beats, soak the smokin in,
hope that i pack the smoking in, always try then it ropes me in
i float again, smoke til my wounds opening, im broke again
wealthy in the health til i smoke again
i sit playin wit the devil, steady poking him
stay provoking him, gotta do it jus to cope again
big wizard and im focused in, smoke another loop n then i smoke again,
everything gravy and its coating them
the feature costs a pretty penny now im quoting them
tried to keep the peace til u stoked the pen
[kip c]
tote the pen cus it knows me best
rose gold lens on the specs
so they don't know my next move like a poker player
hit my blower for a heart to heart, it's open ended
i know this trope well
still every time it hits i'm left overwhelmed
stars glowing like gems in the lode
solar flare
don't avert your glare from the photosphere
low spirits come in droves like crows in the open air
coat of many colours, no broche on the lapel
i used to smoke til im dozy was my only way to cope then
but now i dropped the roach, couldn't see myself going there again
enclosed in a web that i wove myself
cornucopia how i put my heart on show for dem
you stopped digging, but it's opals there
clock ticking, lost minutes, tryna hold em dear
[HueyT KnewSumn]
i be knowing them like Pavlovian darg
heads to tail, they still Harvey dent
still here but i came and went like Yugoslavians
revolt like all I know is soviet
messy eating pigs, i won’t serve them serviettes
are you receiving cause we can’t connect
like sitting next to bro like have you got it yet?
i’m a threat but i'm not a threat
masked up like boba fett
imma need another set once i’ve done a set
towel boys couldn’t get the sweat
salt waters; swam through the crocodile tears once again
i survived bc the first shall be last
and the last shall be first 2 these many men
like wildebeest standin next to the sediment
apathetic kept em round to watch the show before they up an left
potential molotov, gave me dragon breath
before the frontal lobe, they could never
ain’t no other globe, bro ive gone an wept
the dreams are 777 seas
the salt water smelt
i set sail again
i hide a promise kept
at check points i come 2 waking up like i guess i slept
smoke signals in the hills i crept
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap