Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

When the smoke smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

When the smoke smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

When the smoke smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke smoke But I've lost my way He knows

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)