Smokey Lyrics

Got arms crossed and a mind in a tizz

Someone call Smokey, spit fire on a bitch

Tight like Jiu Jits

Light with a flick

Don't write with a Bic cuz my mind is a trip

I'm fly like a blimp

Back straight

Like a tree, that's great

Backstreet, singing Timberlake

It's gonna be me

That's fate

Best love will come on out from inside

My favorite drugs, I reminisce at midnight

Seeing all the writing on the wall

Seeing all the Love in the dim light

But I got water coming down on my head

And I got, now it's raining now, all that bread

Cuz I rock rock, oh my God, oh my head

Is hurting now, hurting now, hurting now

Eat my sleet Pete, kiss my feet skeet

Cream my wheat meat, meet and greet fees

Need a Jeep Jeep, roads untraveled

Like a Grand Canyon, watch me leap leap

I was long jump champion in Junior High

Now I'm long dick champion like ooh la la

And I see bluer skies

And I see bluer skies

And if I was a Yoga pose, I would be manspreading

Only give my time because I plan getting

And when I go LA, I will plan Getty

And then I drive to dinner in a slammed Chevy

And when I play my songs, they dance belly

Tink those little cymbals and shake ass heavy you jelly

You wanna take my life

Ask Remi

Got arms crossed and a mind in a tizz

Someone call Smokey, spit fire on a bitch

Tight like Jiu Jits

Light with a flick

Don't write with a Bic cuz my mind is a trip

I'm fly like a blimp

Back straight

Like a tree, that's great

Backstreet, singing Timberlake

It's gonna be me

That's fate