Dylan Pope - Bluberry smoke Lyrics

Yeah it's that bluberry smoke

It's the kind that
Makes a cloud

Bluberry smoke
It's not the kind you need
It's like pestilence
Growing just like your weed

Don't you know you stink man
Cause of that crappy whiskey you drink

Don't you know man
You don't mix your rum with your whiskey and your wine
You drink them as a self
Not as a whole

Don't you know boy
What you're doing to yourself
Gotta mix something in there
Maybe some
Bluberry smoke
Just to kill your joke

You finished boy
With that bluberry smoke of yours
Don't you know boy
People kill for that stuff

Yeah they're dangerous boy
They don't just kill
They take everything you want

Only thing is
Only thing is all you want is that bluberry smoke

Bluberry smoke
Is going to get you killed

Ain't nothing you can do about either
All you can do
Is take one last drag