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trey chops - smoke break (interlude) lyrics

god d+mn and it feels so sweet, rolling up a blunt on my mind all week
yeah, and we gon’ double up the deets, 24 racks for a b+tchmade feat
and i can’t even rhyme, most the time, that’s not the crime, it’s like a sub to a lime
or prime to deion, feeling real neon, tryna say i’m silly, i’ma put you in a comatose, e+i
magic bus bounce my rhythms, commissary looking hairy, boy we ’bouta k!ll ’em (yah)
hoes tryna catch these feelings, nah, now we out here tryna make a living with no job
now we out here acting independent like the mob, couscous, get it how you live it, i won’t starve
sh+t, and we ain’t rеally being stars, i mean we sharе the same cars

and i don’t need to be the next big thing, ’cause i’d rather really be a thing
and i don’t need to meet the stars and the broads man, i ain’t really tryna be a king
understand that the worlds too thick, all y’all could hold my d+ck
money kind of meaningless when you ain’t with the sh+ts, steady smoking when you think about that b+tch

d+mn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so i gotta get hazed bruh
thank god for that weed, weed, that weed, weed
d+mn, one of those days bruh, feeling down so i gotta get hazed bruh
thank god for that weed, weed, that weed, weed

- trey chops lyrics

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