Smoking Song - Mick Jenkins, BADBADNOTGOOD

You know I came just to smoke

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Matter fact, stay out my way

I’ma just sit in this corner here

Roll up the dope on my dolo

Fresh, I got dressed at the coroner

Remember when we was in Polo

Really if ever again

It’s contemporary, got me ready to spend

Fuckin' up commas

My verses look crazy on paper, I write 'em in pen

Ain’t no erasin' mistakes, we just learn from 'em 'til we earn from 'em

That’s how I started talkin' this water

That’s when we started makin' this money

Six figures and not one was a father

And wonder how a nigga fuck up your daughter

Same way I fuck up my lungs

You know I came just to smoke

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Matter fact stay out my way

You know I came just to smoke

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Don’t blow no reggie my way

You know I came just to smoke

Backwoods a thing of the past now

Papers, I sprinkle the hash now

Would crumble if I couldn’t concentrate

Shattered perceptions, I got the juice

And that shit ain’t never from concentrate

Got through security with contraband

I’m on my Dora like «Ándale»

Step in the spot and they eyein' me

Cornea snatchin' a part of me

Cottonmouth’ll get you soon enough

Wake up and realize the moon is us

We’ve been controllin' the wave

Fuck Google Maps 'cause it ain’t no directions

My nigga, this road ain’t been paved

This joint ain’t been rolled

I mean this phrase ain’t been coined

No coins in my way, what more can I say?

You know I came just to smoke

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Matter fact, stay out my way

You know I came just to smoke

Don’t blow no reggie my way

Don’t blow no reggie my way

You know I came just to smoke