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

Can't help but think about the situation Tryna get to see but my mind's racing Only got each other we can turn to Lying here, I know they'll never break you free You ain't got no money, I ain't got no time All these faces lookin' funny when I'm drivin'

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

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

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

'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke smoke clears out and my high perhaps I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak

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

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke smoke in a tree

(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