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swamp thing (ca) - smokescreen lyrics

smoke smoke smoke

off on a cloud smoking on stuffing i’m puffin it down
love for no grabba got love for my town
open up packs and we ready to lounge
stepping on stage and we bucking the crowd
up all night with the bean cake
tim dog with a mean steak
i slap face how the cheese taste
lemon lime with the clean grape
shout out to batman and robbin
smell me down the block like goggins
running this sh+t no stopping
it’s swamp gang till the coffin
step up get ya meat pressed
speakers blown that’s the heat test
whitе ash that’s neat flex
the sun shinе off the beast chest
we are for the kids like wu
way up with the bird’s eye view
sabretooth catch the vapour
smoke like slater, check you later
microphone k!ller in the mist
blaze while timbuk fiddle with the mix
pitch perfect swing and then you miss
pitchin’ on a blunt then swim in the abyss
so many clouds i’m in heaven
leave me alone like i’m kevin
mcallister emcee caliber
supersonic song pick your gallagher
never been below the pinnacle
floatin’ into the indigo
and when i go bye bye high five
think of me better in hindsight

im rocking the boat
coming out of the smoke
lock and then load i’m apocalypse jones
scope with binoculars out on patrol

one with mist
running with the m+th+rf+ckers from the abyss
swamp gang hit em with the thunderous fist
follow the smoke try blunt and a blintz
t i m b u k show u at your crib with a funeral bouquet
go boom like a nuke in suitcase
my troops boots all laced for the doomsday

parade like day of the dead
sashay through the vapour rising the level to the reds
running with a price on your head
wake up in the night poltergeist in your bed

none of the pros and all of the cons
whole f+cking life is a trauma response
nothing to do with the drama you on
my brothers a basehead my godfather don
right hand man is a nightstand plant
purple and green like uncut gems
locking it up in the trunk of the whip
amethyst fingers clutching your chest
fist fulla fire for the neer do wells
put it in the air like some hair do gel
coughin fits man i’m off in the mist
who’s talking that sh+t oh yeah do tell
let’s be real like cypress hill
you could buy the sprays and try the pills
sh+t press it in your cider still
the smoke is where you’ll find me, gimme that

- swamp thing ca lyrics

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