Michael Christmas, Krondon - Smoke feat. Krondon

Текст песни

All we know is ooh, la la la
And who shot ya
Blunt smoke, gun smoke
Why you so gung-ho?
My mind is jumbled
Yet I always fumble
I dream to winning
Like five Royal Rumbles
Like back to, back to, back to, back to, back to
Waking up to glass shatter
The gun splash ya
I’m feeling like the Mad Hatter
I’m ass-backwards
The screaming shit like, «Call back-up!»
Like, («Call back-up!»)
They seen police, they all scatter
Like, boy back up
But nothing really matters when you broke
Day-dreaming about infinity
While I’m watching Xfinity
My TV on silent while I’m searching for some titty, b
Mom’s in the next room, I’mma use the restroom
And, memories don’t live like people do
They always remember you
Cause my Uncle Alexi was the best dude
Then I heard the news
And I was praying for a flesh-wound