Lyrics:
in my archives and all i see is
smoke so thick
still can't see the ashes
my throat got slit
when her fragments detonated
as drift smoke joined wind
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who want it? (Line em up)
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who want it? (One by one)
Ah man down
They blowin' smoke who
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
Whole lot of money on my mental
Trying to bubble
Like coke with some mentos
You could smell good smoke
With the wind blow
And I need a big loaf
Gone with the wind
20 hoes all in the sprinter van
All part of the plan
Tonight, they ain’t gotta a man
These bitches they smoke and I’m a fan
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)
Put a crown on your head and remove
the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it)
Smoke weed in this bitch, don't post me in your pictures
(Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin'
know is the sound
Of goodbye
You won't let anyone inside
Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind
One minute, you're by my side and then you're
together
And turn the aching to composure.
I'm thinking with my head first;
No more broken phones or swollen knuckles
From putting holes in the booth by
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
the ditch
Flies buzzin' around your eyes
Blood on your saddle
Idiot wind
Blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
where did it go
My friends fade away and now I'm all alone
Oh, what do I accomplish by chasing the wind
When all I do are the same things again
I drink
gone
In the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool
fireball
Pilot Mountain's on fire again
That Sauratown monolith is catchin' in the wind
Smoke risin' in the holler, I'd bet my last gold dollar,
Pilot
the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
at the clouds
Oh Isabella
There's smoke on the wind
Jaguar in fever
Have taken your men
Running on the tightrope
Woven by spider
While the canyon
Skin kissed by the sun with your hair blowing in the wind
All she wrote, all she wrote, that's all she wrote
Another chapter in my life that flew by
I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask
Lah Lah Lah Lay
Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
Lil' Lay (that is)
Nigga hit the studio
And drop a song
And then I get gone
In the wind
See my nigga,
appeared as amber in the mist
The Lord is a puff of smoke
That disappears when the winds blow
The Lord is my personal joke
My reflection in the window
When in fact I felt collusion
Before the guise of false memories respite
Respite through the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and smoke the blue vial's
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
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