Smoke Break-Dance

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Mick Jenkins

Mick Jenkins is a hip hop artist known for his introspective and thought-provoking lyrics. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, he gained recognition with his mixtape "The Water[s]" in 2014 and has since released several critically acclaimed albums such as "The Healing Component" and "Pieces of a Man." Jenkins' music often explores themes of identity, spirituality, and social issues, employing intricate wordplay and poetic storytelling. He is noted for his distinctive lyrical style and smooth, soulful production. more »

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And I (uh)
And I
And I keep rollin' up (ooh, ooh)
And I keep rollin' up

Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs

Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
We opened up weak space, nigga, we gave our hangtime, we tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild, no Home Depot with us, people with us
That come from the FaceTime, low-key like the bassline
Got smoke and I keep rollin' up
Yeah, I keep rollin' up
Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
I can't complain, I wouldn't know how to make you feel me
I know they can smell me, though
I know they can see a motherfucker comin' from a mile away
I ain't sendin' smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?
Put a eighth in it, motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it
Don't play with it, all the way from concentrate with it
Juice like fresh OJ, it's the tangie that I stay with
Soon as they hit it, I keep rollin' up

Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs (we throwin' up gang signs)

And I keep rollin' up, huh
And I keep rollin' up

Uh
I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough
Three .45s, got a 50-piece from the wing spot
(Kicked, kicked, kicked out my mind) yeah
And I'm coming back with some food and some ganja
But it's only me and you in this ride (look)
Just a little bitty piece of weed'll 
Make a nigga feel like he ain't going off the deep end
I ain't even been asleep in 'bout a week (mm-mm)
Didn't even think about it
We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beast
Guided by the gloves, guided by the streets
Where the money? Said he got about a week to get it all, got him by a leash
Try to find a lil' peace but the mystery to me is unsolved
Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog (mm-mm)
Got a stash full of big gas, I can tell you what they run for
But I don't trap so it won't matter, everybody do a blunt toast
Like the white folks when they clink glasses, told my nigga at the front, "Toast"
So I move slow but I think faster (mm-mm), 12 knocking at the front door, shh
Be quiet, keep passin'
I don't wanna see nobody that I know and love layin' in a deep casket
Bud through all the stress and madness (mm-mm)
A nigga keep rollin' up

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