Lyrics:
The enemy you fight is you
Go free as a bird, soar in the wind
You'll see from on high
Don't deny yourself the dream
You keep a busy mind, the smoke
Let's just coast
Rolling down the highway
Smoke a lil gas
Ain't no tellin where we goin
Top down
Hair going in the wind
Gotta bad lil thang
And she
By the water
By the rope
By the fire
Up in smoke
Oh but the fear lives still, don't it?
That's what you can't kill
Listen with precision
Boy you
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that
daylight
In the wintery wind or the sun,
You would always see little East Texas Red
Just a sportin' his smooth-runnin' gun.
And the tale got switched
is buy followers
Bunch a bots in the comments
Telling you yo shit fire
Manipulate the audience
Become a liar
Cop a fake chain
Get extorted by a set
the track
Had to go last in the circle of rap
I hear Slika wraps his packs tight, just to smoke it all up
Keep it solid with me, I'll keep it solid with you
count
They thought I was dead, cause I come from the ground
I'ma smoke in the booth, and I smoke by the pound
I'm the king of this shit, nigga give me my
clothes
You've seen something that's inside
I don't think you've got it right
I take pleasure in the simple things in life
Sun and smoke let's have a joke
just dust in the wind
But if you can let the dead lie
I'll tell you why I'm here
Yo, simply put, I love sand
I wanna run my fingers through it
you'd call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor friendly shadows
I saw that there was just an old man sittin' at the bar
In
other lonely singers
In a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by
the bank teller bitch dont call me, (don't do it)
Posted in the wind, by the ocean wit the rastas,
Do it for my niggas tryna get it out the bottom (Off
you
I finally found my zen
i don’t want the smoke
Unless it's blowing in the wind
Said I don’ want the smoke
Unless it's blowing in the wind
I’m feeling
of weed
Babygirl, let's get high
Come on sugar baby, let's just smoke
Babygirl, let's get high, high
Damn
Lemonade and the windows down
Wind in my mullet, I
Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowing past the sheriff, in the woods smoke bellowing off the engine
Running hot, must
It’s Townz
NC-Boe What up Bubba
Let’s get’em
On a backroad down by the creek
Pistol loaded it’s in the seat
I could stay here for a week
I’m in
me feel great
Because of it, I will not worry, if my heart'll break
If my heart gets broke
I'll just go and smoke
I'm smoking by the oak
That we sat by
pimping these bitches
So shit
They think that's all I know
Murder she wrote
Breath in the smoke
Up in traffic
Baby sucking pole
People be looking
Throw up
the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To the corner street light
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was
willin' to be movin'
Kicked by the wind, dropped by the sleet
Had my mead stoved in, but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still (In a whole lot of trouble)
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
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