Lyrics Gm Smooth - Lee Scott

Gm Smooth

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Brick pelican fam
Cruise
I’m telling ya
I’m smoking out the mega bus
With two French hookers and an ounce of lemon kush
Whiskey in my flask
Tapping the spliff on the, floor
And spitting in the ash
I live for rock and roll
Future pop puff rah come joints said lister on the doll
Just get me and the crew beer
I don’t give a one of many good words I could use here
Shit, I don’t know what the fuck you are
So here’s some random words to fill another bar
Your Rolex ain’t shit
I want a Ghostface style gold kes bracelet
I kick that funk like I was made to do it
I mean like proper putting my laces through it
Making music when I’m too blitzed to do it
Tin foil fronts don’t need to prove shit
Sweating whack juice
Diluting everyone else’s style You selfish child
Yeah
I was gonna fake a smile
But I’m stuck with a frown
Plus I’m too dumb to dumb this shit down
Me and the word fool looking well suited
I know to much I’m trying to smoke myself stupid
Hey cupid, Can I ask one favour (tell me)
Will it be ok a million sad songs later
Or can I skip a few, smoke a spliff of two
Drink a brew and watch this Louie Theroux interview
I had something else to say but this’ll do
Is number 10s letter box big enough to fit a missile though (Well)
Hear this blah sippin shit mix a with spits with your ma
Tin foil fronts in the new swag the second wave
We can do this lets be brave
Its exactly the same but its well different
Don’t respect bitches don’t know how to spell ignant
Stressed, panic, don’t know what it is yet
But the best bets a bet and the best at it