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Smokey Iris
by Indubes
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Look at my peers
Been on stage for a minute, I ain't in it
They been headed for careers
I been fadded in my living room
wasting my days I can say safely that the waste what I fear
Potential is a weakness
Peep this
My pencil is strong
But my mental been fiendish
For the weed and the booze and the key to life
Loose the first two, you'll be alright
Wish that I could
My addiction is fucking efficient has more like a mission
To live with me mis-er-able
I ain't never seen no difference before
Smokey Iris
A metaphor for forfeiting your soul for a 40 type shit
Homie died from H, hold the line
Need a moment, more like some stolen time
Kept on poking at porcupines
Slept on homies that told me right
Been less than I left off sober
Less of a man, more in a coma
Tomorrow never comes
At least when it's the day that you been saying that you
Fixing to be getting shit done
But it doesn't ever happen does it
Years wasted, put him down for half a dozen
Wait.. really
Fuck it I'm enjoying my life I guess
And I digress cause I ain't the type to fix it
Just lemme bitch about it for a minute. Yo
Cant see nothing with the foggy goggle vision on
I'm honestly non-anonymous
I am not Autonomous
Got a bottle popping off calling shots again
Governed by my flaws
Having trouble with a god that I don't believe in
Hopeless heathen
Broken pieces make a potent defense
To why I been high 'stead of trying recently
Look at my peers
Been on stage for a minute, I ain't in it
They been headed for careers
I been fadded in my living room
wasting my days I can say safely that the waste what I fear
Potential is a weakness
Peep this
My pencil is strong
But my mental been fiendish
For the weed and the booze and the key to life
Loose the first two, you'll be alright
Wish that I could
My addiction is fucking efficient has more like a mission
To live with me mis-er-able
I ain't never seen no difference before
Smokey Iris
A metaphor for forfeiting your soul for a 40 type shit
Homie died from H, hold the line
Need a moment, more like some stolen time
Kept on poking at porcupines
Slept on homies that told me right
Been less than I left off sober
Less of a man, more in a coma
Tomorrow never comes
At least when it's the day that you been saying that you
Fixing to be getting shit done
But it doesn't ever happen does it
Years wasted, put him down for half a dozen
Wait.. really
Fuck it I'm enjoying my life I guess
And I digress cause I ain't the type to fix it
Just lemme bitch about it for a minute. Yo
Cant see nothing with the foggy goggle vision on
I'm honestly non-anonymous
I am not Autonomous
Got a bottle popping off calling shots again
Governed by my flaws
Having trouble with a god that I don't believe in
Hopeless heathen
Broken pieces make a potent defense
To why I been high 'stead of trying recently
