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jet thuman - slave 2 smoke lyrics

i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke
i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke
i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke
i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i wanna smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i wanna smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke
i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke
i’m a slave to smoke i’m a slave to smoke

yeah, i’m gonn twist it up. whatchu feel like?
this that what makes me feel right
yeah, i need them nights when the radiator hiss
match my lips as i sn-tch this bliss
crushed buds for crushed spirits
lungs on the sleeve; only way to wear it–
until i am aware it’s the only chain i’m wearing
make my gold green before i put it on
i figure if i go green there’s really nothing wrong
build the spliff, hit the bong, cook the blunt, turn it on
til i write the world another weed song…

let it in, don’t let it out
ghost them hits til exorcist comes with a friend to get it out
hit the switch, i’m feelin lit, i’m turnt up, i’m gettin loud
i turn me down; i’m tryna chill
got a full cup; i’m finna drown, but i ain’t spill. crossfade
fire at will, this sh-t is k!ll. everything is purple haze;
hendrix swagg. i’m gone for days
i kiss the sky. i’m there a while
said she won’t fnck yet ditched her guy?
she in denial. i’m in her now
says i’m too long; i’m the nile
leave her walking egyptian style

she a slave to smoke she a slave to smoke
she a slave to smoke she a slave to smoke
she a slave to smoke she a slave to smoke
she gotta smoke, sh-t, i gotta smoke
she wanna smoke so we gonna smoke
cuz we wanna smoke so we gonna smoke
i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i wanna smoke so i’m gonna smoke
cuz i gotta smoke so i’m gonna smoke
we slave to smoke we slave to smoke
we slave to smoke we slave to smoke
we slave to smoke we slave to smoke

crush a bit; a whole lot. roll it up, it’s only pot
take a hit. how you feel? feeling it? yeah, it’s real
this is it, this is what the ancients did
what’s your deal? baby, thc ain’t where satan live;
opposite. k!ll the devil, burn the stress
call us rebels yet we worry less
real boys, real girls, no strings attached, wireless
smoke will curl around the back while we lose our breath to this
on the precipice of where we’re at from where we’re tryna get

yeah we slaves to smoke we slaves to smoke
we slaves to smoke we slaves to smoke
we slaves to smoke we slaves to smoke
we slaves to smoke we slaves to smoke
i gotta smoke so we gonna smoke
cuz we wanna smoke we slaves to smoke
we gonna smoke cuz we wanna smoke
we gotta smoke we slaves to smoke

- jet thuman lyrics

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