Smoke In My Eyes ft. Risha Mills Lyrics

Mama stay mad about the gas, got a new dynamic, gotta leave it in the past

Cabbage was finna be a bitter habit, sister still chipping off the cabin

Passion ain't making up for the rations

She fear imma end up deep in a casket, would shock us both if it happened

Girl OD'd on PCP, I'm stoney beneath the sheets

I'm boney cuz I need to eat, I'm lonely, homies ain't within the vicinity

I proceed to chief the keef and drill down until I weep

Alicia Keys playing deep in the scenery, my life just feels chromatic

I scale up what I inhale and I pass my past like my gallery, these niggas ain't making a salary, got a check, they stomping like Happy Feet

Pack a verse in a beat that's cursed like organized Christianity

Bored from the chords, I sleep, chore after chore, I sleep

Door after door, I creep like Igor, I'm emotionally steep

Peace and love what I fucking reek, but I'm bitter, ain't no bitter sweet

You preach what you teach, I teach how to be, on some basic some shit

You cooning, on some racist shit, to explain, I gotta pace the shit

Bass to kick, face the sick, punching down, I'm a fucking drum in this bitch

Seeing souls, they hum when it's lit, come forth if you dumb like kid

Third Ward to the sun of the fifth, my brain pours like ethanol liquid

I pick and choose like duck duck goose and let the demon spit

Take a swing at it, man, imma call you Babe Ruth, I paved what I payed for the rule, I can't be saved, fool

Grew up in a haze, but shit, now it's too bright, ooh

Grew up in a haze, I still feel smoke in my eyes too