Awfthen - Incense lyrics

[Intro Verse: D Dubb] Take my hand Don't worry ill take you to a distant land Breath it in The incense are still in the air and you're loving it [Hook: D Dubb] So come on thru You got that drink in your hand So Come on thru You got that weed in your hand so ill take you there I'll make your fantasy your reality so ill take you there [Hook 2: Diamond Ace] Now the room all filled with vapors So many clouds in there air that a n***a tryna be your savior Sometimes I don't even care Plus the team about to do it major These beats bumping over here, but the smoke make me wanna praise her I tell my n***as burn the incense [Verse 1: Awfthen] Finally had it with these dark aromas Put your city on the map and now they tryna own ya All these negativities draining Energies Got a few crystals now this entity is steady see I have a couple stories, but I rather not tell em. It's about the rap life, and how you rappers are sellouts How you gonna sell your soul for any 'mount of dough, stick to your cards till you can play em fo sho Forgot the Demons and evil beings walk amongst Used to worry bout production till I got the plug up Used to worry bout the lows until they spark the bud up And now I'm bouncing on the flows while we blowing out the O's Different types of foreign hoes, all the bottles on the flo Like Should I be ashamed about the path I might've chose, about to lose my good to temptation. Hearts racing just hoping he can find a better placement in the place man [Hook] [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Awfthen] Let the fumes purify our spirits. Heighten our awareness, we can focus on emission Project a better form of clarity, the infos missin I'm just tryna be the greatest in this eastern district My vicinity is hella vicious, full of crooks who wanna take away another's miss's I feel the tension building up and its sorta sickening Lord forgive me for my ways but I wanna find them days Where the fam is getting paid and there ain't no worries Now the blood is boiling up and my visions blurry I don't wanna grab the steel dropping shots like curry If the future looking bright then it better hurry Lord knows, lord knows, that the paper is the goal. When you focus on the highs then you tend to leave the lows. Incense are getting blown, peep me Rollin up the smoke light it from the f**ing stove take a puff and let it go so [Hook]