smoke Songtext
von Swelo

My homies told me not to chase you
But they′re the type of dudes who fuck around
So I don't know
My homies told me not to chase you
But they′re the type of dudes who fuck around
So I don't know (Still love 'em though)


I let you slip right through my fingers
As I watched you through the door
And though the smell of roses lingers
You left me wanting something more
They say there′s plenty of fishes
None of them quite as delicious
I just want all of the riches
Put me in magazine pictures
I′m worth the time that you listen
I won't die king of the Lich′s
Putting time second hand ticking
I want my promise gold stickers
I want those diamonds and things
Ancestors, riners, and kings
I take the time just to think
Rhymes, they be heavy like weights
Mind, it be running, Usain
Mind's lying dormant and wait
Future′s uncertain and strange
Ch-ch-chasing the fame
But I think I ran too slow
Didn't want it back so I let it go
Now I′m all alone in the studio
Writing sad songs, fill the room with smoke

And I, I, I, I know you want me
But I, I don't know if I want you too
I've spent too long thinking ′bout you
Oh, oh, no, no
I don′t know, I think I'm through