Smoker Lyrics

Man she high fashion she high often

That girl might up and leave I take precautions

Mood swings over little things darlin'

Them fake rings make your fingers green baby

Train rides and heavy rain

Head bobbles gettin' pulled down by big chains

Miss calls from my moms some things don't change

Self care was switching the Froot Loops to whole grain

Beers and bums snares with drums

Taxi fair get me out the slums I'm done

Snaps of nudes shootin' craps with dudes

Dinner for two

My friends smoke to much call them the air crew

Leaving club got us fucking in the shower

Started rubbin' up that rubber better last for like an hour

Buttercup lemon lime girl don't be sour

Tongue slip through my crooked teeth like Austin Powers

Cigarettes make you stress less honey

Your silhouette just like when we first met baby

Imma be fuckin' in the bathroom

On the sink toothbrush next to your new man

Something to tink 'bout drink 'bout

Sleeping on the couch you had to roll out

Roll through

All the people know you told me so

I gotta go she made thick like an afro

Hold tight I cruise low like cholo

People and places

Conversations

Hate conversating

I know you love my beat baby Ruben man the station

I'm not a gansta baby

But I can slide through

Why you popping pills in the bathroom

Sink to the bottom I hope you float out

Glock in your purse that's a brand new load out

I'm not tryna control you

I know you hate who you hate baby that's my foe to

4 for life

That's why I sip cold brew cold

Passin' notes like that rap from Cole

Cocaine off the bathroom floor

Hate the fact that you told me so