Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
me, I've got nowhere to go.
I took an inhale
And blew out the smoke
Then all the details,
Started to show
Somethin in the wind changed, why do I feel
You might be in, a hearse, then casket, then church
Then you aten(eaten) by the maggots
Fuck you hatin bastards
It's over for why'all niggas once
or one of the most underrated by far
Coast down the coast in my car, hope, hope you know who we are
I'm on the loose
I'm ready to go
They want the smoke
the losses and the gains
Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why
All our lives are just a smudge of smoke
Or just a breath of wind
months later, the economy crashed like an SUV
Severance got spent unemployment came and went
Temp-jobs became hard to come by, like money for rent
Pain in
willin' to be movin'
And I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stove in but I'm still on my feet
And I'm still willin'
And I
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