Lyrics:
Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
With wet white trousers on
And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off
shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn
caramel?
Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I para-sail
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite
Could you be wrong
Could you be wrong
To choke on the smoke and the drunkenness
Drowning in sorrow with each breath
you're a wino
A cigarette smoker
Yes we're gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
It's just a dugout that my dad built
In case the reds decide to push the button down
Smokers die younger, smokers die younger
Smokers die younger, smokers die younger
Smokers die younger, smokers die younger
Smokers die younger,
Baby girl you so dramatic
Hmmm
I don't like it
Iwanyu they don't like me
Because I'm an artist
Ya Ntare Bro
Wangize smoker
Wama cigarette
Uranshuka
to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
Swiftly, I shift the Beamer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake
shorty admire me but I had to ghost her
Must have happened right after the time after I post her
I'm puttin' this world wide splash on somethin' local
Yes we're gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
It's just a dugout that my dad built
In case the reds decide to push the button down
the whole world
To kiss my ass
Tired of your bullshit
And your liveset sucks
Traded rock'n'roll for looks and fancy stuff
Backseat smoker
Kiss my ass
Backseat
in today and hasn't run dry
You smoker stroker
Smoker stroker (you smoker, you smoker, you smoker, you smoker stroker)
Missing the train never phased
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
bum bum bum)
so if you see a smoker on the sidewalk pity her, pity him
their bad habits force them to be on the outside looking in
and all the world
there be a love that changes me
This much
I can't see, eyes open wide
Yet I'll never doubt you're standing
By my side
When my world, starts to fade
I can
a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my
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