I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!) And turned this bitch into a burial Hold up, this the game, it chose us Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush Had smokers linin' up the block like a gold rush The

Spirit, absent Of possibilities Throw yourself Into the smoke Your clean noose The apparatus Force over ability A gateway to secrecy Seven seals

Do you wanna get involved with me And when she wants the booty call She gon' send an Uber to my place Pulled up in a Range all black she love my coat Cold as ice-cream when you come into the North I got kush smoke a lot girl I just bought a nice lil'

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In

So put it up in, put it up in the air Put it up in, put it up in the air Let it burn, burn Fireflies tonight 'Cause love lights the sky Flies turn to flames When heart start to chase You'll fall if you run right into the smoke The lights start to deem

Straight into the fire And carry on, carry on Let it go 'til you let go of all the anger And all the words that made you hurt will burn like paper Straight into the fire, straight into the fire And let it go until the smoke is gone forever Take your dark

Guitar gangsters and Cadillac blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker There's a Cadillac out in the dark There's a guitar gangster lighting a smoke And he feels the night, and he feels the fire Driving into the

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern

It's like I checked into rehab And, baby, you're my disease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause, baby, you're my disease Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled