LYRIC
Smoke Break-Dance Lyrics by Mick Jenkins Ft. JID, from the album “The Patience”, music has been produced by Stoic, and Smoke Break-Dance song lyrics are penned down by JID, Mick Jenkins & Stoic.
Smoke Break-Dance Lyrics
And I (Uh)
And I
And I keep rolling up (Ooh ooh) hm
And I keep rolling up
Weed blowing down weed blowing up
Hot air in me, we goin’ up, still is
No feet going up fees going up we pouring up
We throwing up gang signs
Trees going up in flames find us a forest fire every smoke break
We opened up weak space nig*a we gave our hangtime we tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild no Home Depot with us people with us that come from the FaceTime
Low-key like the bassline got smoke and I keep rolling up
Yeah I keep rolling up
Keep getting high beats getting low, we getting by
I can’t complain I wouldn’t know how to make you feel me
I know they can smell me though
I know they can see a motherf*cker coming from a mile away
I ain’t sending smoke signals big smoke send signals either way don’t it?
Put a eighth in it motherf*cker got some weight on it and some wax in it
Don’t play with it all the way from concentrate with it juice like fresh OJ
It’s the tangie that I stay with soon as they hit it I keep rolling up
Weed blowing down weed blowing up
Hot air in me we going up still is (Gas)
No feet going up fees going up we pouring up
We throwing up gang signs (We throwing up gang signs)
And I keep rolling up huh
And I keep rolling up (Uh)
I roll this one for the road, two for the show three for the dough
3:45 got a fifty-piece from the wing spot (Geek-geek-geeked out my mind)
And I’m coming back with food and some ganja
But it’s only me and you in this ride (Look)
Just a little bitty piece of weed’ll make a nigga feel like he ain’t going off the deep end
I ain’t even been asleep in ’bout a week (Mm-mm) didn’t even think about it
We was at the bottom I was guided by the beats guided by the guns guided by the streets
Where the money? Said he got about a week to get it all got him by a leash
Try to find a lil’ peace but the mystery to me is unsolved
Take a breather hit the reefer smoke cough through the blunt fog (Mm-mm)
Got a stash full of big gas I can tell you what they run for
But I don’t trap so it won’t matter everybody do a blunt toast
Like the white folks when they clink glasses told my nig*a at the front “Toast”
So I move slow but I think faster (Mm-mm) 12 knocking at the front door shh
Be quiet keep passing I don’t wanna see nobody that I know and love laying in a deep casket
But through all the stress and madness (Mm-mm)
A nig*a keep rolling up
Gotta figure that the problem nig*as got is mental
Lotta nig*as figure shit is only incidental
Go figure I’ma keep smoking this tree
Roll one mo’ up why not three?
SONG INFO:
Song: Smoke Break-Dance
Artist: Mick Jenkins Ft. JID
Album: The Patience (2023)
Music: Stoic
Lyrics: JID, Mick Jenkins & Stoic
