Rollin Up The Hook

Spark it up
And my brains on shuffle
Should this be funky or more
Like a scuffle do
I want guitars or a laidback
Maybe trap high hats with a bass
That moves
I scribble one line, then
I cross it out
Light another hit.
Yeah, I'll figure it out
Pen in my hand, but the ink's too slow
I let the smoke talk.
Tell me where to go
I'm just smoking, writing this song
Thinking about the beat.
What belongs do
I keep it fast?
Do
I make it strong
Floated down meow when the verses long
Yeah, I'm smoking, writing this song
Trying to find a rhythm
I can ride every
Building up a chorus, one puff at a time do
I rhyme weed with need
Or tree with free or get real clever
Like a poet mC?
Maybe talk deep
About the stars and fate or just write
I'm high like that's all it takes
Kick back, tap the lighter beats in my chest
Freestyle's rough, but it still sounds blessed
My notebook's full of half guard dreams
But the smoke fills the gaps in between the seams
Every drags a drum kick
Every exhale is a snare
The beat writes itself floating in the air
I'm just smoking, rocking this song
Thinking about the beat and what belongs do
I keep it fast?
Do
I make it strong
Floated down meow where the verses alone
Yeah, I'm smoking this song
Trying to find a rhythm
I can ride around
Building up a chorus one pop at a time now
I'm thinking maybe regg with a bouncy line
Over country joint with a twangy shine
What if
I throw in a saxophone blast?
Nah, too classy.
This joint's got to last could
I turn it pump
Make the chords all loud
But my vibe right now is too chill for the crowd so
I stripple another.
Let the smoke decide
Every style
I try is a roller coaster ride
I could hum this beat or just cough on the track
At a rimshot sound when the lighter clicks back
Yo, did
I write this or did the itself
Yeah, I let it be
The rhyme schemes high, the pants half asleep
But somehow this groove still catchy and deep
Every scratch on the page feels like a groove
And the more
I soak up, the better it moves
I'm just
I'm just smoking writing this song
Thinking about the beacon where
I belong do
I keep it fast?
Do
I make it strong?
Floated down meow where the verses alone
Yeah, I'm smoking this song
Trying to find a rhythm i
Every cops around
Building up a chorus one at a time should
I add a bridge or skip it instead?
Man, I forgot what the first line said
This might be genius or maybe it's trash
But pass me that lighter.
Let's give it a dash
Every song starts with the vibe and the spark
Now my living room's hazy like a midnight park
Maybe the point ain't the rhymes
I choose
Maybe the vibe is the only muse
It's a song about writing a song
Feels strange, but our ideas always sound that way
One minute is silly, next minute is deep like a dream
Have remembered you forgotten your sleep
But when the beat drops, man, I know it's right
Just me, this pen in the smoke tonight
I'm just smoking, writing this song
Thinking about the beat and what vibe belongs do
I keep it fast?
Do
I make it strong?
Or float it down mellow where the verses along yeah
I'm smoking, writing this song
Trying to find a rhythm like
I'm riding along
Building up a chorus, one puff at a time
Yeah
This beast of blood
Is rhymes in the smoke
The hook wrote itself
After every toe
If the song don't slap
Then it don't matter much
Cuz the
Five was enough
We was high as