Smoke Break-Dance
JID, Mick Jenkins
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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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