Masta Ace - Smoke Signals lyrics

[INTRO] Ah damn, it's been a stressful time! But today, we chillin'! [HOOK: Mac Miller] ( .. Let the smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullsh** with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin me down from the heat on the streets Take me back to those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn a free and kick flows I see And think back to chicks who love my magic stick .. ) [VERSE 1] Let the smoke signals guide you back home, like the indians Imma f**in' king and this world is my dominion I'm k**in' ‘em, recordin' till like 3 AM I just wanna raise the number I see on the ATM I wish I could go back to a time of tranquility, facility A time of great unpredictability, and live a life that's worry-free Baby you should come with me, to a place so heavenly She callin' me her sweet pea, peaceful like the olive tree We gonna live that lavish life, baby that's a guarantee Workin' towards this law degree, I'm feelin' like a major key Flowin' on them collard greens [HOOK: Mac Miller] ( .. Let the smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullsh** with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin me down from the heat on the streets Take me back to those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn a free and kick flows I see And think back to chicks who love my magic stick .. ) [VERSE 2] Plan to be like these rappers I've admired For myself they have inspired, this music My soul, it has acquired and I'm tired of being tired Issues deep inside through my music those subside Let the smoke signals guide you back home like the indians b**h I'm an olympian, stay above the median Hard like obsidian, colder than amphibian Send you to oblivion Philosophic like I'm winian? O.G. when I spit inside the booth Speakin' nothin' but the truth Takin' sips from the fountain of youth Most say a picture's worth a thousands words ‘Kay now, s** my dick How was it? Magnificent [HOOK: Mac Miller] ( .. Let the smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullsh** with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin me down from the heat on the streets Take me back to those times of peace Let me see those leaves turn a free and kick flows I see And think back to chicks who love my magic stick .. ) [OUTRO] “I'm mad at you because you're smoking with the patch on!” “Gi-give daddy the cigarette, please” “Drop the cigarette! Step on it!” “Give me the cigarette” “No!”