Tyrin - Smokin' Dope lyrics

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Tyrin - Smokin' Dope lyrics

[Produced by DJ Smokey] [Intro: J.Barrett] Aw yeah, go good baby Supermån... [Pre-Hook: J.Barrett] (2x) Words unspoken Tweets I posted Seems to me like you're unfocused On the dream and the cream and all the weed But no one's down for working [Hook: Supermån] And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing (packing) [Verse 1: J.Barrett] Out with my flock Our minds interlocked Recognize how we rap We're the new kings of Rock Man my first song, I recall when I wrote it I stayed up 'til late night so I could reword it It felt so good spitting it It felt so right Dropped a hot song, now I write every night And now every hiatus I take ends abruptly because I won't allow myself to just rely on getting lucky And everyday I feel that I'm a rat in the city, where the real at? Hopping turnstiles to save a couple bucks So I can get into the show and maybe show my style and stuff Like, "What's up son?" Talking on the cloud Tryna get a little drip just to quench my dry mouth Really tryna get a grip My ego taking hits from the left, right So I wanna cut it all off and have the best night [Pre-Hook: J.Barrett] (2x) Words unspoken Tweets I posted Seems to me like you're unfocused On the dream and the cream and all the weed But no one's down for working [Hook: Supermån] And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing (packing) [Verse 2: Supermån] Please pardon the d** I'm addicted to the bud but it ain't doing what it does It's keeping me up Got a million f**ing thoughts, I smoke 'til I'm feeling numb Get a grip now Take a trip down to the land where the man ain't sh** now Got an urge on the verge of a purge for the word But you know I'm gon' control what I do now If pesos what you want to spend, I got you on that sh** Man this the type of beat where I just get so ignorant Got me calling my chick like: "Come to the crib, lemme drop some of the kids off" She doing so good, she really 'bout to make a n***a drift off I'm a rat in the city, where the real at? Suplex? Nah, I never wanna hear that Never bow to the ground But I'm bound to the sound of the crowd getting real Yeah I feel that n***as howling for the crown But my team found a flow that'll grow 'Fina make n***as drown now And we ain't having it, f** your pursuit of happiness [Hook: Supermån] And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing And we rapping, rapping, rapping Super silver pipe packing (packing)