Grip Grand - Secondhand Smoke lyrics

Chorus: Getcha feelin' high Getcha feelin' fly You're inhalin' my Secondhand smoke I'm addicted to the sh**, it's no two ways about it 'Cuz Grip said he couldn't go two days without it Clouded, the music make me high and act loco In the streets where they be overdosin' on your wack vocals The beat was laced with a dusted break It's all tight except for your verse You should call the song "bu*terface" Sticky-icky, the tape make 'em dizzy Take your poor taste out the j**el case Make a frisbee Record a song like I smoke the bong Every day's Smoke-a-Thon Permanent vacation, I'm Chevy Chase (Candygram!) Who could make the sun shine? The candyman The mic is tool, Grip is a handyman Every song is a hit, it's quite chronicky I can't get a break, I should prob'ly call Meineke Honestly, Broakland's the true seal of quality The label ain't like it? I'll release the song privately Own my own sh**? No I don't Does it bother me or seem justified to me? Is that how it's gotta be? I need a lobotomy Too much on my mind Yes, I think very deep, my philosophy Ya gotta stay rappin' And Grand say makin' a jam Can take a delicate hand like safe-crackin' They track sales on all my Maxells Take a big hit, I can't wait to exhale... [Chorus] The rap's potent, you should have took less of me Instead you listened to the whole CD excessively Lesson—If a s**er step, put him in his place Lights out, get the mic out, put it in his face At the party we're pullin' out weed like a gardener I can't do my thing without trees like a carpenter Zips in a freezer bag like my new CD ‘Cuz Grip's been on ice since like two-thousand-threezy Easy like Sunday or a crossword on Monday One take, change the whole world with like one tape Of Grip goin' dumb over some famous drum-break They shootin' Aw, made you look like a pump fake We got hella bang City of Broke And every track is so dope it should come wrapped in cellophane Grip quotes in they article turn to misquotes But f** ‘em, now they website is washed up like dish soap I'm still here 007 gon' be an ill year When Brokelore drops I'll be on dubs like a wheelchair I mean on dubs like a bootleg Grip is your new favorite All in your face like a toothache…