Smoke To It - Marc E. Bassy, Skizzy Mars

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Smoke to it, smoke to it

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

I used to just wanna be famous

Then I said «maybe"just not nameless

Then I said can somebody out there hear me out

You know when you thirsty, that’s when they give you the drought

Mmmm, you know what this shit is about

It’s art, the art of how do you sell out?

Am I dreaming of just smoking weed on this couch

I got demons, I swear this the way they get out

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Smoke to it, smoke to it

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Poppa came home in the evening

Untying his shirt, wife in his arms

He wasn’t the type to be cheating

They took him too early, I thought it was wrong, how we move on?

I went for liquor expression and floating on cause from the bong

Dreaming about making it, never reflecting except in my songs

I turned my back away to the sky

Go ahead and let this music take me hight

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Smoke to it, smoke to it

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Smoking insense to the dome

Hoping that this time elapses

All of these Coors and Pabst blues

I’m a just chill and get plastered

She gon' sit down right next to me

And probably act like it’s an accident

Next thing you know it’s the morning

I’m ignoring the question she’s asking

Bitch I"m faded off a Xanax and a Vicodin

Need some peace cause all this chaos

I’m just tired of it

Bulletproof, but you shooting at a nigga heart

I’m so selfish, I can’t help it

Knew that from the start

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it

Smoke to it, smoke to it

Smoke to it, fuck to it, drink to it