Nicolas Hall - Smoke Rings lyrics

[Sample] Where do they go? These smoke rings I blow Each night What do they do Those circles of blue...and white [Verse 1: Nicolas Hall] Da Da Da Da Ooo Oh b**h I'm back I just Had to take a sabbatical Sweating on the Practice field with the supernatural The minds powerful, power it down for no one Even in front of shoguns Tell them it's not practical I'm sick of hearing half a** tracks from you Don't find it as rap I find it as rather laughable So f** being that dude who smokes crack on the block Or throws bags in his socks to make cash from you Flatterys actually what I'm glad to use but I get very anxious when dealing with civil afternoons Sit riddled with fear feigning for macaroons But I might have to settle an almond joy is gon have to do This table convo is awkward Ill have to leave the room if no one gets to talking on topics regarding weed and booze In fact peace I'm dippin but Not spittin chew Get into the booth relax and start spitting truth Not a soul in the world will identify with me I'm the recluse hiding in the forest Got a hold of myself just to lose grip mid-trip what's inside me lies dormant But when the ba** kicks and the snare rips I write a little skit and then record it So I can get this money bit by bit and get a b**h to sit with me when it's pouring [Sample]