Smoke Break-Dance - feat. JID
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Smoke Break-Dance - feat. JID Lyrics
[00:03.23] And I (uh)
[00:09.35] And I
[00:11.47] And I keep rollin' up (ooh, ooh), hm
[00:17.25] And I keep rollin' up
[00:19.70] Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
[00:21.29] Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
[00:23.54] No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
[00:26.17] We throwin' up gang signs
[00:27.61] Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
[00:30.58] We opened up weak space, nigga, we gave our hangtime, we tryna reclaim time
[00:35.09] We finna rebuild, no Home Depot with us, people with us that come from the FaceTime
[00:39.52] Low-key like the bassline, got smoke and I keep rollin' up
[00:47.48] Yeah, I keep rollin' up
[00:49.50] Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
[00:51.86] I can't complain, I wouldn't know how to make you feel me
[00:54.75] I know they can smell me, though
[00:56.36] I know they can see a motherfucker comin' from a mile away
[00:59.28] I ain't sendin' smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?
[01:02.68] Put a eighth in it, motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it
[01:05.85] Don't play with it, all the way from concentrate with it, juice like fresh OJ
[01:09.47] It's the tangie that I stay with, soon as they hit it, I keep rollin' up
[01:13.77] Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
[01:15.38] Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is (gas)
[01:17.73] No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
[01:20.13] We throwin' up gang signs (we throwin' up gang signs)
[01:23.48] And I keep rollin' up, huh
[01:29.16] And I keep rollin' up (uh)
[01:35.32] I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough
[01:38.17] 3:45, got a fifty-piece from the wing spot (geek-geek-geeked out my mind)
[01:43.02] And I'm coming back with food and some ganja
[01:46.06] But it's only me and you in this ride (look)
[01:47.90] Just a little bitty piece of weed'll make a nigga feel like he ain't going off the deep end
[01:51.17] I ain't even been asleep in 'bout a week (mm-mm), didn't even think about it
[01:53.83] We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats, guided by the guns, guided by the streets
[01:56.76] Where the money? Said he got about a week to get it all, got him by a leash
[02:00.26] Try to find a lil' peace but the mystery to me is unsolved
[02:02.71] Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog (mm-mm)
[02:05.89] Got a stash full of big gas, I can tell you what they run for
[02:08.63] But I don't trap so it won't matter, everybody do a blunt toast
[02:11.62] Like the white folks when they clink glasses, told my nigga at the front, "Toast"
[02:14.57] So I move slow, but I think faster (mm-mm), 12 knocking at the front door
[02:17.73] Shh, be quiet, keep passin', I don't wanna see nobody that I know and love layin' in a deep casket
[02:22.43] But through all the stress and madness (mm-mm), a nigga keep rollin' up
[02:28.64] Gotta figure that the problem niggas got is mental
[02:31.53] Lotta niggas figure shit is only incidental
[02:34.19] Go figure, I'ma keep smoking this tree
[02:40.39] Roll one mo' up, why not three?
[02:43.20]
[00:09.35] And I
[00:11.47] And I keep rollin' up (ooh, ooh), hm
[00:17.25] And I keep rollin' up
[00:19.70] Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
[00:21.29] Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
[00:23.54] No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
[00:26.17] We throwin' up gang signs
[00:27.61] Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
[00:30.58] We opened up weak space, nigga, we gave our hangtime, we tryna reclaim time
[00:35.09] We finna rebuild, no Home Depot with us, people with us that come from the FaceTime
[00:39.52] Low-key like the bassline, got smoke and I keep rollin' up
[00:47.48] Yeah, I keep rollin' up
[00:49.50] Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
[00:51.86] I can't complain, I wouldn't know how to make you feel me
[00:54.75] I know they can smell me, though
[00:56.36] I know they can see a motherfucker comin' from a mile away
[00:59.28] I ain't sendin' smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?
[01:02.68] Put a eighth in it, motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it
[01:05.85] Don't play with it, all the way from concentrate with it, juice like fresh OJ
[01:09.47] It's the tangie that I stay with, soon as they hit it, I keep rollin' up
[01:13.77] Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
[01:15.38] Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is (gas)
[01:17.73] No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
[01:20.13] We throwin' up gang signs (we throwin' up gang signs)
[01:23.48] And I keep rollin' up, huh
[01:29.16] And I keep rollin' up (uh)
[01:35.32] I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough
[01:38.17] 3:45, got a fifty-piece from the wing spot (geek-geek-geeked out my mind)
[01:43.02] And I'm coming back with food and some ganja
[01:46.06] But it's only me and you in this ride (look)
[01:47.90] Just a little bitty piece of weed'll make a nigga feel like he ain't going off the deep end
[01:51.17] I ain't even been asleep in 'bout a week (mm-mm), didn't even think about it
[01:53.83] We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats, guided by the guns, guided by the streets
[01:56.76] Where the money? Said he got about a week to get it all, got him by a leash
[02:00.26] Try to find a lil' peace but the mystery to me is unsolved
[02:02.71] Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog (mm-mm)
[02:05.89] Got a stash full of big gas, I can tell you what they run for
[02:08.63] But I don't trap so it won't matter, everybody do a blunt toast
[02:11.62] Like the white folks when they clink glasses, told my nigga at the front, "Toast"
[02:14.57] So I move slow, but I think faster (mm-mm), 12 knocking at the front door
[02:17.73] Shh, be quiet, keep passin', I don't wanna see nobody that I know and love layin' in a deep casket
[02:22.43] But through all the stress and madness (mm-mm), a nigga keep rollin' up
[02:28.64] Gotta figure that the problem niggas got is mental
[02:31.53] Lotta niggas figure shit is only incidental
[02:34.19] Go figure, I'ma keep smoking this tree
[02:40.39] Roll one mo' up, why not three?
[02:43.20]
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