where there's smoke... Lyrics

You fuckers knew that I was different as well

Self harm in my addiction, I'm imprisoned in welts

Oh well

Who the fuck thought religion would help

When half my sexual thoughts result in visions of hell

I'm your preacher, making money off a language

Financial in my logic, it's business in my family

Essentialist corruption, duality pedantic

Watch the clock in vain, ya'll be scrolling through your panic

I'm through with all them

Stupid ass internet antics

Shouts my kin 'nem on campus

I do hits undercover

That smoke signal in a blanket

I'm in Guinness for my stash

They like, "This shit is expansive"

I'm like, you ain't seen the half, pussy

Let me just be frank

Eat a frank

Ya'll don't know bout Frank's

Ya'll don't know my rank

I put hoes on skates

My bro know I'm straight

Heh

Yea, my bro know I'm straight

Wait wait wait