SNF - Sm0ke

Back to the smoke
Locked in the brain with these habits I preserve
Lagged with the glitch, tagged with the stitch.
Sold to this world.
Thoughts in the brain.
Life is the pain,
Till we remain
Nothing to gain.
Synthetic substances filled in the vain.
Sickness getting deep and I am craving for more.
Since I treated this life as a game,
Every second we change.
Who do you blame?
If you do your life is a shame.
And if you do your life is a shame!

Same I'm not same
you're not same
We all change

Every minutes' Every hour
Every second in the game and
Fuck the flame lemme smoke.

The colours all they die when the fire hit the bright side.
Emotions turn into something new what you know is few.
The green white yellow and blue change their state and pulls me through.

I inhale dead fumes of nature that
Makes me a creature who's
No one but a preacher that
Preaches you, teaches you.
About the stuff that I've been through.
So everyone of you I want you to be you.
Be the one to change tomorrow's
Monotonous schedule and your lame excuses.

Don't need these pills to put my peace off alright!
Do you ever feel like trapped in the head?
Don't let it f* your peace of mind.
Do you ever feel like giving up your dreams?
I'll live my dreams one day alright!
Listen what we have to say and think!
And I'll be back to trap alright!

Smoke in my body and Smoke is my hobby
Smoke in my lobby I don't need nobody *2

Another realm of life is created on this mind.
Disfigurement of vision they're blurred behind my eyes.
Vibrations of people, I can feel when they stare.
It is a gift and also a curse at same time.
(Smoke in my body..........)
A curse at same time.
(Smoke in my body..........)
A curse at same time.

Acid to joint that I smoke in the tears.
Life sucks!
Let them sit in the box
I see face in a rock what?
Face in a rock.
Lock in a box
There's a lock in a box.
Outside detox
Hold up high life!
Let me reach to the top let me hip-hop.
Exploring these stuffs
There's a life in a drugs
Hallugenic breathing walls
And the bulbs and the clock.
No ordering thoughts
Need seed for the crops
Search for the job
Do their instructs.
Keep your docs
Keep your paper of thoughts
Keep your head in a mug.
Fill your basket with shop.
Wipe your crib with the mop.
2ft on height
Spirit wore hanging.
High alert
My senses are banging.
Reboot mind, just a little bit of cranking.
Realise I've been smoking and drinking.

Smoke! give me smoke
My lungs are feeling stoked.
Lit me up some lighter.
My hands are getting cold. *2

Written by:
sal sun, flœ eddy

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