Goggins - Smokey Lyrics

Got arms crossed and a mind in a tizz
Someone call Smokey, spit fire on a bitch
Tight like Jiu Jits
Light with a flick
Don't write with a Bic cuz my mind is a trip
I'm fly like a blimp
Back straight
Like a tree, that's great
Backstreet, singing Timberlake
It's gonna be me
That's fate
Best love will come on out from inside
My favorite drugs, I reminisce at midnight
Seeing all the writing on the wall
Seeing all the Love in the dim light
But I got water coming down on my head
And I got, now it's raining now, all that bread
Cuz I rock rock, oh my God, oh my head
Is hurting now, hurting now, hurting now
Eat my sleet Pete, kiss my feet skeet
Cream my wheat meat, meet and greet fees
Need a Jeep Jeep, roads untraveled
Like a Grand Canyon, watch me leap leap
I was long jump champion in Junior High
Now I'm long dick champion like ooh la la
And I see bluer skies
And I see bluer skies
And if I was a Yoga pose, I would be manspreading
Only give my time because I plan getting
And when I go LA, I will plan Getty
And then I drive to dinner in a slammed Chevy
And when I play my songs, they dance belly
Tink those little cymbals and shake ass heavy you jelly
You wanna take my life
Ask Remi
Got arms crossed and a mind in a tizz
Someone call Smokey, spit fire on a bitch
Tight like Jiu Jits
Light with a flick
Don't write with a Bic cuz my mind is a trip
I'm fly like a blimp
Back straight
Like a tree, that's great
Backstreet, singing Timberlake
It's gonna be me
That's fate