Smoke (feat. Otis Apollo)

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lyrics

Streetlights are blurring
Swerving on the curve to 94
and my tank is burning currency
been yearnin to explore
My thieves are thick as syrup
When the flurries start to swarm
roll roll the windows up
Blow the smoke to keep us warm

I wanna breathe hot carcinogens
and litter where my liver is
Sophisticated ignorance
When enlisted by civilians
Complicated witlessness
Envision it brilliant
Picture me pi-pimping with the dividends of
militant indifference
Numbness in my signature
Sharpness in my synonyms
I’m starving for the art of war
And studied insignificance
Lifted off a perfect 5th
Augmented off diminished trips
Where pens pop off like ritalin
Just to get less intimate
And sinners simply trippin
Off the visions that they
listenin
to when they propagated
cut the costs and
karma oscillates
Sold for foolish gold
til the coast is washed away
Focused on that soft decay
Ciroc bottles calm to chase
til our bodies drop to graves
and all the flock is lost in space
Solder on through range
And change
velocity to automate
Posturing like gold leaf with
Composing posed as honesty
So we don’t gotta concentrate
On roads with our lobotomies

Streetlights are blurring
Swerving on the curve to 94
and my tank is burning currency
been yearnin to explore
My thieves are thick as syrup
When the flurries start to swarm
roll roll the windows up
Blow the smoke to keep us warm

Can’t really rush another puff, my lungs might bust and crumple up.
Them suckers’ just ain’t had enough, I tell those two to toughen up.
The slow pull holds mo blunt in but it’s days I’m taking pain for what?
No new highs, the games corrupt; they criminalized our names to make us
work inside some prison given no wages bad livin.
Modern age slavery hidden in our convoluted system.
Still we don’t listen, brush it off whenever it’s mentioned,
skip the pension with incentive of quick money and connections.
So welcome to the party. This is hardly what we asked em for:
Some back and forth quick smack and go like Cassius throw.
“Copped some liq to let it go.” liver sick slogan national
when every rap actor trash they own and advocate no action for
a difference. Since they given this beautiful life for livin
simple circular incisions with a pencil got us pissin poor.
Tryin to live like they do, crack my brews and Grey Goose.
Sippin this addiction til we’re gone.

Streetlights are blurring
Swerving on the curve to 94
and my tank is burning currency
been yearnin to explore
My thieves are thick as syrup
When the flurries start to swarm
roll roll the windows up
Blow the smoke to keep us warm

Drop the p from pride
and property is my asylum
Catch me vibin off the silence
Ride or die perfected science
Rollin like papyrus
And my soul is light as pilot
Flying flowing poems in motion
that I won’t remember writin
Sliding coasting on the potency
Signing off the climate
Weight is in my eyelids
Stay unstable towards horizons
What it take to rise?
I’m incapable of drivin safe
I lie awake
And hibernate
Til I find my place
On dryer banks
Mississippi always seems to whistle
On the fire escape
So escape is fire
Til heart rates
Are in time with pace
Defibrillated chambers
Shifting vision artificial angst
Just another symptom
Of the fish in tanks
Swim in place
Rodents run to stay in shape
Buying mazes layaway
Lasers live to sate the flame
Subsistence to
Remain to stay
Syncopate or sink in faith
That safety lives up in a cage
Resting in a riot
Autopilot driven fate

Streetlights are blurring
Swerving on the curve to 94
and my tank is burning currency
been yearnin to explore
My thieves are thick as syrup
When the flurries start to swarm
roll roll the windows up
Blow the smoke to keep us warm

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from Janus, released July 9, 2013

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