Pmpee Beats - Secondhand Smoke lyrics

[Verse 1] Cleaning out my ash tray Trying to get my karma right Lost inside every pull Cause when my lungs are full I am a walking homicide Gas face once the bath waters dry Cause sh** I swim a bunch They call this style of spit Ya chicks finger tips On the fly, now, zip em up! This is gold bar cinema, uncensored love With the scent of a woman I call Indica Remember us as the center of attention Dripped in the same linens as the emperor I'd been giving blood, sweat, electricity Now tip my cup before you enter the vicinity I'm in control here Conduct a sin city symphony Now who goes there? Kinfolk this smoke can memento ya memory On the road to nowhere Destination infinity The golden child is not all broken smiles and misery What goes up must come down So I keep a smoke cloud of sticky green (Just to blow it out!) Dinner at the Waldorf, Jameson sidecar Change is what I'm all for, but old habits die hard And my God mine are immortal by far So I'm on my keep it cordial But when I get ticked off do excuse the time bomb My fuse used to be quite long 'Till I ran out of paper to write on So if you didn't catch my angle on Chainsmoke That's what i do when I write songs I got nothing to lose, but the time I could of used to lose myself Can't chill to loosen up my belt I gotta move I'm feeling most improved, playa [Hook] Time can only tell what the second hand won't So I got em walking through clouds of secondhand smoke I blow it out! [Verse 2] Don't get caught in it You can die from a cough in it Feel the threat cause you don't know the effect That's causing it Cannabis or carcinogenic Cosmetic or augmented The clause said it, you're not winning You commented, now come with it I'm manifested in God's vision That's depressing for whoever God isn't I'm blowing off steam, not venting If you know me then you know I'm not kidding I've saw visions of cold cash and hot women in a land where you can run free But I'm trying to stay in one piece so I keep the bong ripping (Just to blow it out) Space... I want more So I brought 10 feet to place between me and the front door So if you got something to speak then come forth I'll be the light at the end of the street that all the freaks run towards (Yeah, shining) On the concourse Trying to transform this Ford Contour Into the comfort of a concord jet flying Sitting coach, Rex Ryan With a strategy for smashing teams by ignoring gravity Just to see if we can defy it On auto pilot like [Hook] Time can only tell what the second hand won't So I got 'em walking through clouds of secondhand smoke (x2) I blow it out!