Oou that's a vibe, yo stop f*cking playing with me, boy
Yo, we outside, we livin', yo, yo, we back or something, you know
F*ck
Feel me
Uh
Tired of working 9 to 5
They say your chasing dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let em know my government
Young boy, watch how we stun, you know taze gun the maze run
Quiet for a moment, but later, he gon' say something
Coming in hard like the bass drum
It's hard to focus in when you lacking concentration
Passing through the generations
One day, maybe we'll realize that we far from where we came from
The deep-rooted belief of the soul, that thing is ancient
Breaking out the cycle got me focused on creation
Been on some disassociation
Sorry, I'm not sorry
F*ck the miscommunication
On the D L, let me kill
I've been working, paper chasing
I've been focused on the money, while you focused on the hatin'
F*ck it though, it is what it is
Life's a bitch, f*ck the world
Put that shit in her ribs
Watch her twirl, in a hurry, lose my mind off the shits
Cause Imma, Imma, Imma, Imma need a painkiller
Dope money, smelly money, f*ck a dope dealer
Buggin' out, but I'm a roach killer
Get your money, boy, f*ck your feelings aye
Stack my money till my blues hit the ceiling
Tired of workin' 9 to 5
They say you're chasin' dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let them know my government
Watch how stunt again
Uh yeah
Watch how I stunt again
Ready
Let me have fun again
I don't think they ready
I don't even know if I should spit cause you know...
Sometimes I just wait for it you know
Pull up with my A1s on
I feel that hate
Man it's way too strong but I'm way too strong
Drinking liquor got me way too gone
Shit man I told you can't wait too long
I've been way to gone
But don't get nervous
I'm casting spells the way I'm spitting verses
These curses
Holy water take em to the churches
Trust me all the fake shit finna rise up to the surface
The truth hurts
Truth is revealed
Want the fortune like the cookie
Unfortunate spin
I don't take no Ls
I smoke em
That a big win
Oouu what is you thinking
Real life start to kick in
Oouu im feeling hungry
Go ahead and getcha chicken aye
And if you watching steady listen...
Wish you could do it like we did this.
Yo we outside
You know the f*ckin' vibes
SmokeCes in the mothaf*ckin' house
You know that uhuh
We living
Enjoy the rest of your night
Cinnamon toast crunch baby !
Haha
POW!
SmokeCes - Cinnamon Toast Crunch Lyrics
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Oou that's a vibe, yo stop f*cking playing with me, boy
Yo, we outside, we livin', yo, yo, we back or something, you know
F*ck
Feel me
Uh
Tired of working 9 to 5
They say your chasing dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let em know my government
Young boy, watch how we stun, you know taze gun the maze run
Quiet for a moment, but later, he gon' say something
Coming in hard like the bass drum
It's hard to focus in when you lacking concentration
Passing through the generations
One day, maybe we'll realize that we far from where we came from
The deep-rooted belief of the soul, that thing is ancient
Breaking out the cycle got me focused on creation
Been on some disassociation
Sorry, I'm not sorry
F*ck the miscommunication
On the D L, let me kill
I've been working, paper chasing
I've been focused on the money, while you focused on the hatin'
F*ck it though, it is what it is
Life's a bitch, f*ck the world
Put that shit in her ribs
Watch her twirl, in a hurry, lose my mind off the shits
Cause Imma, Imma, Imma, Imma need a painkiller
Dope money, smelly money, f*ck a dope dealer
Buggin' out, but I'm a roach killer
Get your money, boy, f*ck your feelings aye
Stack my money till my blues hit the ceiling
Tired of workin' 9 to 5
They say you're chasin' dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let them know my government
Watch how stunt again
Uh yeah
Watch how I stunt again
Ready
Let me have fun again
I don't think they ready
I don't even know if I should spit cause you know...
Sometimes I just wait for it you know
Pull up with my A1s on
I feel that hate
Man it's way too strong but I'm way too strong
Drinking liquor got me way too gone
Shit man I told you can't wait too long
I've been way to gone
But don't get nervous
I'm casting spells the way I'm spitting verses
These curses
Holy water take em to the churches
Trust me all the fake shit finna rise up to the surface
The truth hurts
Truth is revealed
Want the fortune like the cookie
Unfortunate spin
I don't take no Ls
I smoke em
That a big win
Oouu what is you thinking
Real life start to kick in
Oouu im feeling hungry
Go ahead and getcha chicken aye
And if you watching steady listen...
Wish you could do it like we did this.
Yo we outside
You know the f*ckin' vibes
SmokeCes in the mothaf*ckin' house
You know that uhuh
We living
Enjoy the rest of your night
Cinnamon toast crunch baby !
Haha
POW!
Yo, we outside, we livin', yo, yo, we back or something, you know
F*ck
Feel me
Uh
Tired of working 9 to 5
They say your chasing dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let em know my government
Young boy, watch how we stun, you know taze gun the maze run
Quiet for a moment, but later, he gon' say something
Coming in hard like the bass drum
It's hard to focus in when you lacking concentration
Passing through the generations
One day, maybe we'll realize that we far from where we came from
The deep-rooted belief of the soul, that thing is ancient
Breaking out the cycle got me focused on creation
Been on some disassociation
Sorry, I'm not sorry
F*ck the miscommunication
On the D L, let me kill
I've been working, paper chasing
I've been focused on the money, while you focused on the hatin'
F*ck it though, it is what it is
Life's a bitch, f*ck the world
Put that shit in her ribs
Watch her twirl, in a hurry, lose my mind off the shits
Cause Imma, Imma, Imma, Imma need a painkiller
Dope money, smelly money, f*ck a dope dealer
Buggin' out, but I'm a roach killer
Get your money, boy, f*ck your feelings aye
Stack my money till my blues hit the ceiling
Tired of workin' 9 to 5
They say you're chasin' dreams, but I barely feel alive
I'ma die real quick, yeah, but let me have fun again
SmokeCes, can't let them know my government
Watch how stunt again
Uh yeah
Watch how I stunt again
Ready
Let me have fun again
I don't think they ready
I don't even know if I should spit cause you know...
Sometimes I just wait for it you know
Pull up with my A1s on
I feel that hate
Man it's way too strong but I'm way too strong
Drinking liquor got me way too gone
Shit man I told you can't wait too long
I've been way to gone
But don't get nervous
I'm casting spells the way I'm spitting verses
These curses
Holy water take em to the churches
Trust me all the fake shit finna rise up to the surface
The truth hurts
Truth is revealed
Want the fortune like the cookie
Unfortunate spin
I don't take no Ls
I smoke em
That a big win
Oouu what is you thinking
Real life start to kick in
Oouu im feeling hungry
Go ahead and getcha chicken aye
And if you watching steady listen...
Wish you could do it like we did this.
Yo we outside
You know the f*ckin' vibes
SmokeCes in the mothaf*ckin' house
You know that uhuh
We living
Enjoy the rest of your night
Cinnamon toast crunch baby !
Haha
POW!
Writer: Cesar Carrillo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid