The Alchemist's Cookbook 'EP - Calmly Smoke | Текст песни

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[The Alchemist]
I wanna smoke 'til my brain is numb
'til I can't feel nuthin' and the pain is done
Take the good from the bad that's how the game is won
'cause the sun only comes out when the rain is done

And when I exhale the smoke I let the problems float
When I blow out a cloud I let the drama go
All the bullsh**, the issues, all the gossip goes
All the rumors, all the whispers, all the talk just goes

All this money in my pocket and I still feel broke
I let go of all the nonsense and I calmly smoke (Light that up)

There's nuthin' that can make me angry
So take it up with God that's the way that he made me
Or take it up with pops that's the way that he raised me
Or blame it on the game for the way that it paved me

Then blame it on the money for the way that it changed me
And blame it on my lifestyle and say that I'm crazy
And blame it on the.. tryna say that I'm lazy
There's nuthin' that you can say that's makin' or breakin' me

And when I blow the smoke out, it takes all the problems
Away from me, let go of all the nonsense and I calmly smoke

[Evidence]
I wanna smoke so my eyes bleed
So they don't see my pain they just think it's weed
Use the trees so they don't see my game
They just think I'm green

Inhale deep my problem shrink away
God forgive my sins tomorrow's another a new day
It's like the smoke is novacane easin' my brain
From the world goin' on outside I stay sane

Way out! I don't smoke to forget
Before I hit this hold my head God bless the dead
And I don't hold regrets after I hit this
I don't listen, f**k what you said

You know greed was never part of my weed plan
It's fire blame the life of murder he wrote
I let go of all the nonsense and calmly smoke
(Alchemist, pass that sh** man)

[Styles P]
I take long tokes c'mon folks, ain't in the world like strong smoke
We only blowin' green sh** at least when you know a pope
You'd know what I mean if you was born broke
Raised in the ghetto where there's nuthin' but torn folks, what

Torn house, torn heart, torn clothes, I just blew 4
Got another 4 rolled, what I got today sh** only Lord knows

So I exhale, inhale again, did it for my little man
Cause he's in jail again, need bail again
Got to get rid of this sh**ty feelin', Alchemist
Get ya nigga higher than a New York City buildin'

(Roll another one and another one) Soul diesel haze
Kush mixed with the bubble gum, call it troublesome
Cause the only thing that calms the ghost is a deep beat
Zone out and calmly smoke, what.. what..

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