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Where do they go?
These smoke rings I blow
Each night
What do they do
Those circles of blue...and white
[Verse 1: Nicolas Hall]
Da Da Da Da
Ooo Oh
b**h I'm back I just
Had to take a sabbatical
Sweating on the Practice field with the supernatural
The minds powerful, power it down for no one
Even in front of shoguns
Tell them it's not practical
I'm sick of hearing half a** tracks from you
Don't find it as rap I find it as rather laughable
So f** being that dude who smokes crack on the block
Or throws bags in his socks to make cash from you
Flatterys actually what I'm glad to use but I get very anxious when dealing with civil afternoons
Sit riddled with fear feigning for macaroons
But I might have to settle an almond joy is gon have to do
This table convo is awkward Ill have to leave the room if no one gets to talking on topics regarding weed and booze
In fact peace I'm dippin but Not spittin chew
Get into the booth relax and start spitting truth
Not a soul in the world will identify with me I'm the recluse hiding in the forest
Got a hold of myself just to lose grip mid-trip what's inside me lies dormant
But when the ba** kicks and the snare rips
I write a little skit and then record it
So I can get this money bit by bit and get a b**h to sit with me when it's pouring
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