
Smoke Break-Dance (Music Video Version) Mick Jenkins (Ft. JID)
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[Intro: Mick Jenkins]
And I (Uh)
And I
And I keep rollin' up (Ooh, ooh), hm
And I keep rollin' up
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
We opened up weak space, nigga, we gave our hangtime, we tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild, no Home Depot with us, people with us that come from the FaceTime
Low-key like the bassline, got smoke and I keep rollin' up
Yeah, I keep rollin' up
Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
I can't complain, I wouldn't know how to make you feel me
I know they can smell me, though
I know they can see a motherfucker comin' from a mile away
I ain't sendin' smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?
Put a eighth in it, motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it
Don't play with it, all the way from concentrate with it, juice like fresh OJ
It's the tangie that I stay with, soon as they hit it, I keep rollin' up
And I (Uh)
And I
And I keep rollin' up (Ooh, ooh), hm
And I keep rollin' up
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
Weed blowin' down, weed blowin' up
Hot air in me, we goin' up, still is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
We opened up weak space, nigga, we gave our hangtime, we tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild, no Home Depot with us, people with us that come from the FaceTime
Low-key like the bassline, got smoke and I keep rollin' up
Yeah, I keep rollin' up
Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
I can't complain, I wouldn't know how to make you feel me
I know they can smell me, though
I know they can see a motherfucker comin' from a mile away
I ain't sendin' smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?
Put a eighth in it, motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it
Don't play with it, all the way from concentrate with it, juice like fresh OJ
It's the tangie that I stay with, soon as they hit it, I keep rollin' up
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