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nothing

And the smoke is gone
Vanished by the wind
And life goes gray
And no matter how hard you try
In the end, we are smoke

sings at night above the house, 
branches in the wind bending wordlessly.  
I wanted to capture it on tape.
At first I called my recordings a different

buck wide in the vip sittin nice 
Snuck some killa in this bitch tokin hits i might fly 
By the end of the sesh i'll be going night night 
See im drivin

went through drama especially
Momma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
An I dun smoke

yesterday's high drained tomorrow that's for sure
put the doja in my smokes 
when i be riding with these notes (uh)
tripping till i blow 
ill probably sink into

called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan

brain
You know I switch my flow I come like a lion
Roaring in the Wildom
Killa am the kingdom
Never let my wind on on on
Ma chargie mi flow
Killa ma ba am

the grass is greener by my side

C'mon catch a vibe
We could blow em trees smoke a little and get high
Pull up in my whip, if you down to get inside
Riding

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard

blowing hell of o's
Blow with the smoke
With the wind when we toke
Blow and she go
And she blow and she go
Blow and she go
And she blow and she go
Sitting

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your

Trains

Al Stewart

Famous Last Words

1993

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

can vibe I'm the one
I live my life by the Plum
Wind on my back, got my face to the sun
Inhale the smoke in my lungs

All I need is drugs
Inhale

Playing pro in the o state blazing the oak mental on slow bake, take a drag from the dro and command the smoke to blow straight, perspective in the wind

just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean, surrounded by space
Lost in a forest dream

Sometimes I just fall, smoke screams from my

twisted in the wind and when ou bitches is messy
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin

Skywriting

Artificial Joy Club

Melt

1997

Sitting by candlelight
Sucking back kryptonite in vain
Used up message tape nowhere to escape
Locked in my chair

Watching my silhouette

Leon McDuff

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Plain Dirt Fashion/Partners Brothers and Friends

2004

by the sun and blown by the wind and finally washed away by the rain

So he went to his friends to get some help from them but their crops and their

you know who fuckin with ride with Beamer
Red bottoms heat check on my drip
They mad cause I'm breaking the meter
Track star I can spin in the wind

Floater

The Telepathic Butterflies

Nine Songs

feet
Focused our eyes on the wind in the trees
Watching the river that flows through the fields
Sitting by evenings where everything yields, and dies

the tin cans rattle
Off the back of the Focus and a smoke cloud brews
On the inside
And I indulge in the vapors
If you smell something funny
It's probably

your name
And the smoke makes the memory start to fade
And the road in front of me restores my weary soul
So I'll drive on till I'm no longer haunted
By

the wind blows
Feel it everywhere
Feel the pull of the undertow
Hear the crack of the ice and snow
Smell of sulphur and a whorl of smoke
Every forest gonna

popping up in Singapore (woo)
They still think they can tie the score (hell naw)
Howling winds, I'm chilling in the fjord
Think this might be Yonko flow