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ah
blowing smoke
blowing smoke
ah
blowing smoke
blowing smoke
ah
blowing smoke
blowing smoke
ah
blowing smoke
blowing smoke
start
blowing smoke out the top
lamborghini leg lock
start
blowing smoke out the top
lamborghini leg lock
sunk in seats
blowing smoke in my caprice
if you grew up on me then you grew up a g
sunk in seats
blowing smoke in my caprice
if you grew up on me then you grew up a g
ayy
blowing smoke on the asphalt
ayy
ayy
blowing smoke on the asphalt
ayy
of your stifled creativity. smoke your life down to the filter
'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. so recognize your ghost is running out of rope. say it now or hold your peace. feel it bounce around your brain. what makes the suffering sweet
is the insurmountable pain. dried up and obsolete. your ugly pride can't exactly abstain. smoke your life down to the filter
of your stifled creativity. smoke your life down to the filter
'til you're coming close to blowing smoke. so recognize your ghost is running out of rope. say it now or hold your peace. feel it bounce around your brain. what makes the suffering sweet
is the insurmountable pain. dried up and obsolete. your ugly pride can't exactly abstain. smoke your life down to the filter