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Chester Watson – Smog lyrics
Yo
Pulled up in all black like dark monks
Came in smellin' like Versace
As soon as we sparked, stunk.. *scoffs*
I feel her sadness when I hear
My heart thump, it skip a beat for her
I might have died just
Drivin' across the street for her
I want all my people inside of a sleek Porsche
At least when I'm deceased then
My peeps can still floor it
From police and have a chance in Supreme Court
Because we came a long way from kissin' feet for ya'
Nigga
I'm not sorry I can't be your
(nigga!)
In a past life I was piss poor
And all this school shit just tryna' make you miss course
Ironically..
I'm just tryna' keep you informed
Like, George Washington had slave teeth..
I can put the knowledge to rhythm
That's why you pay me
I'm out in Compton with my niggas bumpin' Jay-Z
And smokin' spliffs to the face, this shit is so wavy
Still tryna' do ayahuasca in a rain forest
They looked at us and thought pockets was finna' rain for em
Hell nah
I'm in a plane countin' the dots like a train course
You in the field, but me and my squadron trained for it
In the smog...
Fog
Nü
Pulled up in all black like dark monks
Came in smellin' like Versace
As soon as we sparked, stunk.. *scoffs*
I feel her sadness when I hear
My heart thump, it skip a beat for her
I might have died just
Drivin' across the street for her
I want all my people inside of a sleek Porsche
At least when I'm deceased then
My peeps can still floor it
From police and have a chance in Supreme Court
Because we came a long way from kissin' feet for ya'
Nigga
I'm not sorry I can't be your
(nigga!)
In a past life I was piss poor
And all this school shit just tryna' make you miss course
Ironically..
I'm just tryna' keep you informed
Like, George Washington had slave teeth..
I can put the knowledge to rhythm
That's why you pay me
I'm out in Compton with my niggas bumpin' Jay-Z
And smokin' spliffs to the face, this shit is so wavy
Still tryna' do ayahuasca in a rain forest
They looked at us and thought pockets was finna' rain for em
Hell nah
I'm in a plane countin' the dots like a train course
You in the field, but me and my squadron trained for it
In the smog...
Fog
Nü
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