Sacramento Knoxx - Trauma (feat. Christian Bandz)

Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
Beefing with feds keep the cuffs off my wrist
She always ghosting me, then pop back up for dick
I don't know what it is, I guess I'm the shit
Give back to the kids, give back to the hood
Love my dreams never thinking wish I could, understood
We all under pressure, that's just where we live
By them codes, always plead the fifth
Rather bring dollars than a whole lotta problems
I work hard to achieve these two commas
I'm in love with 3 mamas that's 6 lodges
Hood operas, too many confusing mantras
Insecure men thinking I'm talking about them
Old school Anishinaabae I raise monsters
Gunning at them spirit enemies, playing contra
God body, healing up the trauma
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
Make cents in a lot of senseless attention
Prospector lenses in terms of vision
Left behind the 20/20, up next 21
Baskets with horses and war hoops, I won
Couple lil guns try to shoot down the sun
What the fuck you thinking this ain't fun
Hit the flux capacitor, aite
Kicking back gas canisters
Fixing to do the damage to ya
Stink mink gators, sound painters
Raw papers, then I'm back to nature
I ain't dead feeling like I'm gods favor
Now that's major, gratitude dodge danger
Quit time traveling the arrangement, this is entertainment
This is also gods lifting off in spaceships
But first let me handle this arraignment on the ledges
Broke out the fences we ain't playing
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
Sentences uplift and bless my friends list
Plot twist no hating hit my timeline, I'm creating
Strategize the mission of the vibration
I must admit I try not to be time wasting
The clock is taking everyone on a never ending story
Blunt breath, smashing on a coney
Maybe building, maybe destroying balance it out
And be the medicine for the poisoning have no doubts
Took the mask off this villain tryna be somebody
Looking in the mirror the devil appears like Ghandi
I create the fears I'm toxic someone robbed me
Refuse to change always saying I'm probably
I'm accomplishing over productivity
Then celebrating with a few sets of missions
She toxic for me told me to call her cinnamon
Lots of trapped trauma in them kisses
I don't even listen
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
My spirit is feeling broke
How the fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke

Written by:
Christopher Yepez

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