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SmokeRize Video (MV)




Performed By: DomKing
Length: 3:39
Written by: Dominique King
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DomKing - SmokeRize Lyrics




Grindin and hustlin
Disgusting
Nigga black out like concussion
Lit the blunt up
Go thru more thoughts than I can sum up
Writers block got me smokin more
Can I stop?
The tree limbs looking like snake heads
Ya better off to play dead
Eat'cha like a cheesehead
Ya F*ckin food
My passion is deep
Bob Marley weed
Smoking papers pass to me if you want to breathe

Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)

F*ck it you know the damn sound
Finally runnin free for a touchdown
Black clouds gettin stronger as I rise
Came to terrorize paradise
And if it's on the table
Might as well pray for it
Smoke bank smoke bank
Drank drank drank more
Come explore
Hidden arts of human torture

Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)

And I'm cold as the river current
Inside of my eyes the fire of a furnace
Now my herbs lit

Still aggitated
Smoke rise keep me patient
Heat up temperatures on thermostats nothing less
Concave ya chest life force deteriorate

Caught catch a case
Ima have to head up state exercising weights
Bench pressin military style

All thoughts corrupt

Maintain like gold
Never offa the same shit
Nobody could explain
The strains I'm high offa
Indica, Sativa, demeanor
Rasta
Pass off to my partners
Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)
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Grindin and hustlin
Disgusting
Nigga black out like concussion
Lit the blunt up
Go thru more thoughts than I can sum up
Writers block got me smokin more
Can I stop?
The tree limbs looking like snake heads
Ya better off to play dead
Eat'cha like a cheesehead
Ya F*ckin food
My passion is deep
Bob Marley weed
Smoking papers pass to me if you want to breathe

Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)

F*ck it you know the damn sound
Finally runnin free for a touchdown
Black clouds gettin stronger as I rise
Came to terrorize paradise
And if it's on the table
Might as well pray for it
Smoke bank smoke bank
Drank drank drank more
Come explore
Hidden arts of human torture

Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)

And I'm cold as the river current
Inside of my eyes the fire of a furnace
Now my herbs lit

Still aggitated
Smoke rise keep me patient
Heat up temperatures on thermostats nothing less
Concave ya chest life force deteriorate

Caught catch a case
Ima have to head up state exercising weights
Bench pressin military style

All thoughts corrupt

Maintain like gold
Never offa the same shit
Nobody could explain
The strains I'm high offa
Indica, Sativa, demeanor
Rasta
Pass off to my partners
Standing stressed out
Puff my chest out
Take the smoke in
Blow that shit out
Watch the smoke rise

I'm just I'm just (rise)
I'm just I'm just (rise)
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Writer: Dominique King
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