Lyrics Smokin' - JL B.Hood

Smokin'

My nigga zoo woulda loved this
My nigga zoo woulda loved this
Put some in the air one time
I thought I was smokin' the best tree
But my nigga came through and blessed me
With some of that bomb bud, be beyond love
Need it especially
For what has been goin' on as of late
Losin' fam can we get a break
Don’t know how much I can take
Relax my mind for heaven sake
So many people believe in me
Lean on me need me to be there repeatedly
So lately I’m down on my knees
And I’m praying for strength to be done man I need to be
Got a lot on my plate that’s in front of me
Got my face in it, thankful I’m hun-ga-ry
I’m a provider so I’m gonna give ‘em
Whatever they want from me
I’m smokin', inhaling with a purpose
Plotting out a big plan to move all my loved ones on the new surface
Not too far from them surfers
Where the greenery has been nurtured
Where they got the dispensaries
Palm trees and it’s perfect
When they wanna ride around, blowin' strong
Vibin' out to your favourite song
Gravitate like your weight is gone
Feel like you on your way to ball
Got more bread more stress involved, so lets roll up, get gone
Know a nigga gotta smoke something strong
Smokin', smokin' something strong
This shit is the bomb, yo correct me if I’m wrong
But I’m floating, floatin' on the cloud
This shit is that loud
Wow homie, what the hell you got me smoking
My nigga fall to the ground, and I don’t wanna come down
Looked at my nigga like do you see this shit or am I just tripping right now?
What is rolled up in that paper?
What is stuffed down in that bowl?
Experiencing the high elevation nothing like ever before
My spot as low as my girls mama’s oblivious to the world around her
So I’m faded, floatin' no fakin waters
Loud, hit me like a hard flagrant foul
Wish that I could like take a cloud
Shape it into a J-L
Sit it right over downtown KC to let all y’all know I prevail
My run don’t wanna go in detail
Y’all would think that I need help so I usually keep it to myself
I breath weed release when no one else around
Just want piece within, to chief again
Celebrate whatever there was a reason when
Middle finger up to the devil do dirt
Make ya hands burn when ya touch I sin
Prayers to the heavens, wanna be a legend
Got it on lock like three-strike felons
Head in the clouds, blowin on loud
Just some of those many ways I’m selling
Roll up another one let’s see how many we can get in
I’m over the ceiling, for real nigga we been
Smokin', smokin' something strong
This shit is the bomb, yo correct me if I’m wrong
But I’m floating, floatin' on the cloud
This shit is that loud
Wow homie, what the hell you got me smoking