Na'el Shehade - Chain Smoker lyrics

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Na'el Shehade - Chain Smoker lyrics

[Produced by Nate Fox] [Hook] Still a chain smoking Name dropping Good looking Muh' f**ing Motha, shut your mouth Brain broken Frank Ocean listening Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping Paint dripping Motha, shut your mouth [Verse 1] Somebody pray for the god, oh lord I wonder what Michael's on Son jammin' to his sh** Rappin' trappin' trippin' 'cid And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young You and I look just alike And I'm afraid that this one right here Might be last time that I write a song Lot of n***as wanna go out with a bang But I ain't tryna go out at all So I ain't tryna go out at all Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint From an introspective drugged out standpoint Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint Old school for my own old man joint [Hook] [Bridge] This part right here, right now Right here, this part my sh** I play this so loud in the car I forget to park my whip I lean back, then spark my sh** I turn up, I talk my sh** Hope you love all of my sh** I hope you love all of my sh** (IGH) [Verse 2] Why toss my filter when she saved my life? The same sh** that k**s us, always taste so right That's why I pray to the dear lord God know who he be Truth be told he juiced me Introduced me to the lucy leaf Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, f** your supplier Lies, Levis on fire Flyer on the wall I'm brighter In the darkness of the night In the sky I get higher, higher [Hook] [Bridge] [Hook]