4bidden Theory - House of Fog

And when the smoke clears
I'll be feelin' alright

Check
Check

If you hear me then shoot twice
No more livin' in life's vice
Started livin'
It felt nice
The early morning brisk
Pen in my fist
Writing to express the thought
I'm blessed I thought
Caught a ride but had to walk back to the beginning
It's a strange life
But I'm still grinin'
These are the times we ponder on
Meetin' strangers and writing songs
There's a life in living wrong
No money
No car
Just the keef left in the jar
Connects have gone ghost
Lost touch with most
Result of livin' fast
Eyedea's right the world is glass
Fragile and too bright
Swim in circles we lose sight
Relax this lasso it's too tight
Let me breathe
Am I ok? Please
I've been fucked since first cry
In my world my word's fly

Life is a smoke box
Hit that shit and don't cough

And when the smoke clears

Yo Yo

My life is a therapy
Take a seat and speak with ease
Dreams keep me company
Touch the ground beneath me
Skies are rather cloudy
Time has gone without me
Simple like conclusions
The mind is like some fluid
Ambient like 2nd chances
Never landing
Posted with the night fall
Falling free without a string attached
Sitting back
Minutes passed
I'm livin' that rough and rugged
Puff and pass it
Sinking ships to show the value
How to be different
The world is vivid
Make you feel this
The room is filled with smoke
Broken like some dreams
The soul could use some peace
Walk the street and scape the dirt
The earth is my depiction
The end is my own weapon
Questions
Pressure
Full of life and under weather
This a letter to my shadows
Listen when the time slows down

Life is a smoke box
Hit that shit and don't cough

And when the smoke clears

Life is a smoke box
Hit that shit and don't cough

I'll be feelin' alright

Life is a smoke box
Hit that shit and don't cough

I'll be feelin' alright

Written by:
Derek Yazzie, Erick Yazzie

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