TIE DYE Lyrics

We gon hit the middle

Turn this function up a little

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon puff a lot

We never playing second fiddle

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon hit the middle

Turn this function up a little

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon puff a lot

We never playing second fiddle

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

I lost balance

My feet, they not grounded

These leaves that I found have released a new chapter

The pay or that power

I guess I chose latter

The talk and that chatter

That rat-tat-tat-tata will only grow louder

Every time I keep on speeding

Down the highway

I keep riding past the lights and seven seas

Eventually I see the trees

And all the greens look ebony

A couple ashes on my seat

A couple gashes on my feet

Well oh well

I guess I'm on to better things

You get up off my coattails

I came in with some shiny rings

They glisten and they glow now

I didn't listen to them people

Tell him better slow down

I scratch em all of like graffiti

And it's been a blowout

The game is over

I've been the coldest

I got the flows and they come in droves and it's supernova

Your shit is super lame

I'll be lucky if I show up

I'm with my super gang

It's not luck if we blow up

Yo

Youse a clown in the right shoe size

Yea

Open your eyes

See the sights you never saw before

It's a manson

Knocking down your door

We gon hit the middle

Turn this function up a little

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon puff a lot

We never playing second fiddle

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon hit the middle

Turn this function up a little

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

We gon puff a lot

We never playing second fiddle

Smoke in the air

Smoke in the air

Please speak up

When you talk to me

Your competing my mind

You're a thought to me

Too bad that I lost

You were to all me

Fall for me

Don't talk to me

I'm off

Ya see?

Please do not be mean to me

Need a reason

If I leave

Oh shit

Actually

Maybe I should just be sadder me

Maybe I should make a catastrophe

Maybe I should make a attack

I'm laughing

Lately I making up half the T

I should stop being a disaster

I need a pastor

Not some chatter

I need a raptor

Even after

It eats my dad

Or something like that

I'm so off track

Oof unhappy

Oof I'm lacking

Too bad

Making up stories to cope n

Staying in doors I'm sad

Had a plan since I was little

Always playing

Never fiddled

With the devil

But I know that he been lurking in the dark

Test my patience

Ain't no way this motherfucker steals my spark 

You can't kill me

I fear god 

I wear these scars up in my heart 

Y'all live for this content

Ain't no folding

We all in 

Can't miss

Man we balling

Pull up in fancy cars and

We full with the best

Always making

Barely rest

It's up with the protest 

Need my wrist wrapped in Rolex

Youse a clown in the right shoe size

Yea

Open your eyes

See the sights you never saw before

It's a manson

Knocking down your door