Smoke Show

Intro:

I seen the time
Spendin' a dime
Buyin' a (?)
Watchin' it soar
Reachin' out for the moon

Verse 1:

No regrets for a sinner
I got Martha Stewart's head disfigured
Inside of a hat box (wow), walkin' through Martha's vineyard
I'm just a twisted adult kid like, Clifford
Throwin' frozen bagels at hipsters
This for the fiend vultures
On tracks I been known to drop rappers like the Lean culture
Criminal jacket, got that weed odor
I got them glass shards and aim for the teen posers (Wow)
Sorry, I'm out of it, they asked me
"Jak, you're gonna freestyle over this whole album, kid?"
I'm like, "nah, I wrote this down and shit"
I guess it takes me two years to write one verse, that's so talented (Wow, man)
Send this letter to the councilman
One day I'll make a real rap song, when I get around to it
I just dropped a full bottle of pills but count me in
You over the hill, my work mountainous

Chorus x2:

This the chorus and it goes like this
I'm so nice, kid, but every flow violent
Do dirt with the same hands to hold my kid
Devote my gift, to every soul I lift

Verse 2:

I don't got no soda grams and dreams to flow in fantasy
It's unreal how I build like Noah's family (Yeah, right)
So dope the bitches booth dragged
Just got off a shroom trap
Head lamps invade like a psych ward room chair
With a platoon of boom heads, fuck the news trend
They lockin' up legends now, free Abdul West (Yeah)
I was a breached birth, feet first, stillborn, bloody
No thorns touch me, they wanted my really grass
Fathom, nor love me
Out the morgue dusty, Shawn Marion perform ugly (Ew)
A fuckin' A&R with the art muzzle
When I burn brain cells and smell, like a spark bundle (What?)

Chorus x2:

This the chorus and it goes like this
I'm so nice, kid, but every flow violent
Do dirt with the same hands to hold my kid
Devote my gift, to every soul I lift