Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cloud of Smoke, artist - K Rino.
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cloud of Smoke |
Life be moving fast, don’t it? |
Each second its own component |
Long uncountable amounts of happy times and lonely moments |
You were crafted built to last |
To every soul He gives a task |
Recollection is the only way you can relive the past |
All that you were able to recall and in between spots |
Memories are life events rethought in mental screen shots |
Any type of advice you get or thinking after life is next |
‘cause in the grand infinite scheme we’re only here a micro spec |
Self-reflection increases ‘cause each birthday that leaves us leads to degrees |
of aging to our facial features |
Transformations we just don’t perceive but they still reach us |
lay beneath what situations teach us |
But they diminish so don’t act as if your days are endless |
Know that your physical traits are only a fading image |
A time will come you’ll have to leave this post without a vote |
‘cause one day you’ll evaporate and vanish like a cloud of smoke |
Like a cloud of smoke |
Gone like a cloud of smoke |
All will disappear as the years, months and the hours go |
Hard to try to grow while simultaneously tryna cope |
Existence temporary, you can’t stay when it decides to go |
The ticking clock propels us through the life phases that held us |
Generational cycles take us from babies to elders |
Somewhere in between, the body and mental align |
You feel invincible in mind as you enter your prime |
The years can prove to be unkind when you’ve been through the grind |
And over time, your energy will begin to decline |
People we used to touch are now only viewed in our spirits |
We start to see the years remove our friends' youthful appearance |
Time is proven, all molecular units are moving |
Gathered masses of matter we never knew were illusions |
We share the same places trillions of past occupants |
Many of them that history was unable to document |
So each version of ourselves we see them and leave them |
Memory not even guaranteed to cerebrally freeze them |
They all will cease to be despite how you’re seeking to keep them |
Retrieving previous seasons is the reason we need them |
Gone like a cloud of smoke |
Gone like a cloud of smoke |
All will disappear as the years, months and the hours go |
Hard to try to grow while simultaneously tryna cope |
Existence temporary, you can’t stay when it decides to go |
Picture a smoke cloud from the moment that it’s sent out |
It starts and grows large then it begins to slowly thin out |
You see it in its fullness as it passes through the physical |
Then it dispels eventually, waning 'til it’s invisible |
And this is typical of all life forms that we know |
From animals to plant life, insects and all people |
The path of organic transformation is continual |
And when you’re through, you may not resemble how some remembered you |
‘cause days pass |
You begin to age and gain gray hairs |
The way that you once looked, you’re unable to stay there |
The mind matures more with each day of wisdom absorbance |
‘cause things you used to love before are no longer important |
If your gradual change is hard to fathom |
Get a picture of yourself from every decade and compare them |
Then you might understand this concept I’m tryna tell you |
And dwell on the effect you’ll have on people who inhale you |