Drown In Smoke (Breathe)

(Verse 1)

I live my life. Only get once hope I did things right/
But this my life. Who are you to say what's wrong from right
Right?!

Look back do you see what I see?/
Guess not. It'll be what it be/
That's the past. Can't relive. reminisce and laugh
That's a reason to breathe/

Huh what's your motive?!/
Please tell me what the fuck your smoking/
Or what your Rollin on in the rave got problems for days pop bottles open
In da club n shit/

On the inside everybody hides.. I see it in their eyes/
It is all lies tho a pretty good disguise it isn't quite enough for you to cover up the cries/
It's ok.. I lock myself in the lab/
Don't help pat myself on the back/

You live and you die alone/
So I give them a dial tone/
Woah flashback. Had a talk alone with my soul said go where the cash at/
Any cute girl.. smash that. Never backtrack
Since that day had a way with a backpack/

Bought a fat sack. Flip that. Hit that, now I'm not coming down/
Good job but I quit that.. Fuck that check if rather go dump a pound/
Act cool when I come around. What do you say when I leave/
If you don't say a word but listen to the diss shit you could say it to me. I won't hear it tho

(Hook 1)

Im out of touch and my minds gone.. The pints gone. So I'm drowsy but my mics on/
The nights long so It's cloudy. See I might fall but I doubt it. I will write songs all about it. All night long..
I drown in smoke
I puff pass and I'm up past my limit/
But I'm not finished /
Roll up and hit it till you can't breath
The nights long so It's cloudy. See I might fall but I doubt it. I will write songs all about it. All night long..
I drown in smoke

(Verse 2)

Rest in peace...6 deep like Eric g Cause you couldn't breath/
I can't either so fuck police got
THC

In my bloodline.. Reason why I'm always thinking back about that one time/
Chasing down my first high.. Like every five minutes break a swisher down we boutta roll a blunt time/
Fuck time.. But it's crunch time/

Rather punch lines then to work in food truck lines /
When it's lunch time. Gotta munch mine/
No app for the hunger of my appetite/
Apple on the tree of life is something that I had to bite /
Gladly right/

Got no regrets. Made a choice boy I ain't getting no more checks/
Till it Comes from respect in this music/
Everybody has it .. You just gotta use it/
Getting hard to manage.. We still do it/
Our planet.. Is in ruin/
I don't understand what the fuck is up with you when
Your focused on your balance reason why you seem to lose it
So confused

Keep abusing all the power telling lies after lies/
So we will every hour praise the guy in the sky/
I keep my eyes on the prize.. Ambition/
And my feet on the floor but my hands itching/

The damn mission. That's the weed talking//
No man listens when it's me talking/
Right.. Guess we evened up/
Cause when they speaking up I don't even bother//

Haven seen my father in so long/
I don't think about it rather smoke bomb /
I drink and vomit like he did/
Blowing smoke bombs now I can't see shit/

So I don't respond with a loaded bong hide away in the shelter of a bunch of weed/
I'm over gone and I know I'm wrong so high the influence is under me..
What it's come to be

(Hook)