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Wrong Direction Video (MV)




Performed By: Smoke Supreme
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Connor Maxwell




Smoke Supreme - Wrong Direction Lyrics




I'm gonna smoke until I can't feel my face
Put on my Trues, tie my shoe with that lace
I'm stressed out, too many people in my face
Just met some hoes, I'mma bring em to my place

Don't get to close, bitch you know I need my space
We just met face to face, now she give me face
Smokin' dope, gettin' high, outer space
Drinkin' lean, I can't do no f*ckin' Ace

Balenciagas on my feet but I can't pay my bills
I wake up, I feel like shit so I'mma pop a pill
Off the drugs, when I come down this shit be gettin' real
I heard he dissin' on my mans so he just might get killed

I remember with my homies, smokin' by the mill
I'm addicted to that purple so I pop a seal
How you claimin' that you ballin' but you rob and steal
I got demons, mental scars that ain't had time to heal

When I die, wonder will I go to heaven
I feel cursed, I been lookin' for a blessin'
Yeah I got hoes, taking off they skirt undressin'
But I still wanna blow my skull with that smith and wesson

I'm gonna smoke until I can't feel my face
Put on my Trues, tie my shoe with that lace
I'm stressed out, too many people in my face
Just met some hoes, I'mma bring em to my place

Don't get to close, bitch you know I need my space
We just met face to face, now she give me face
Smokin' dope, gettin' high, outer space
Drinkin' lean, I can't do no f*ckin' Ace
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English

I'm gonna smoke until I can't feel my face
Put on my Trues, tie my shoe with that lace
I'm stressed out, too many people in my face
Just met some hoes, I'mma bring em to my place

Don't get to close, bitch you know I need my space
We just met face to face, now she give me face
Smokin' dope, gettin' high, outer space
Drinkin' lean, I can't do no f*ckin' Ace

Balenciagas on my feet but I can't pay my bills
I wake up, I feel like shit so I'mma pop a pill
Off the drugs, when I come down this shit be gettin' real
I heard he dissin' on my mans so he just might get killed

I remember with my homies, smokin' by the mill
I'm addicted to that purple so I pop a seal
How you claimin' that you ballin' but you rob and steal
I got demons, mental scars that ain't had time to heal

When I die, wonder will I go to heaven
I feel cursed, I been lookin' for a blessin'
Yeah I got hoes, taking off they skirt undressin'
But I still wanna blow my skull with that smith and wesson

I'm gonna smoke until I can't feel my face
Put on my Trues, tie my shoe with that lace
I'm stressed out, too many people in my face
Just met some hoes, I'mma bring em to my place

Don't get to close, bitch you know I need my space
We just met face to face, now she give me face
Smokin' dope, gettin' high, outer space
Drinkin' lean, I can't do no f*ckin' Ace
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Writer: Connor Maxwell
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