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Jaxon Vibe - Smoke & Syllables Lyrics



Jaxon Vibe - Smoke & Syllables Lyrics




[Intro]
Books on the shelf, degrees on the wall
Dad's lecturing again, I'm 'bout to make this whole shit fall

[Verse 1]
Sitting in your study, whiskey neat, clock strikes ten
You're preaching sociology like it's gonna make us friends
Ivory tower bullshit, yeah, I see right through
All those fancy words can't fix what's broken between me and you
Cigarette burns slow, like your tired theories
While I'm nodding along, thinking "damn, this shit's dreary"
You quote Foucault, I quote my f*cking life
While you break down power structures, I'm breaking inside

[Chorus]
Professor daddy, tell me how the world works
While your own son's sitting here going berserk
All your dissertations can't explain this pain
Smart enough to teach the masses
Too blind to see what's plain

[Verse 2]
Got that tenure track mind, but your heart's on leave
Teaching kids 'bout privilege while your own kid can't breathe
Funny how you analyze everyone else's shit
But when I speak my truth, you can't handle it
Smoke rings rising like your academic prose
Empty words dissolving, that's just how it goes
You wanted me to carry on your legacy
Instead I'm here exposing all this fake-ass pedigree

[Bridge]
Pour another drink, dad, let's deconstruct
How you built this wall between us, got me so f*cked
Your office hours are always open, but your mind's closed tight
Let's cite some sources on why nothing feels right

[Verse 3]
Every lecture's like a funeral for what we could've been
Your vocabulary's rich but our bond is wearing thin
I'm your case study in rebellion, footnote in your life
Publishing papers while our relationship flatlines

[Outro]
Class dismissed, professor
Your son's got some wisdom too
No peer review needed
When every word is true
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[Intro]
Books on the shelf, degrees on the wall
Dad's lecturing again, I'm 'bout to make this whole shit fall

[Verse 1]
Sitting in your study, whiskey neat, clock strikes ten
You're preaching sociology like it's gonna make us friends
Ivory tower bullshit, yeah, I see right through
All those fancy words can't fix what's broken between me and you
Cigarette burns slow, like your tired theories
While I'm nodding along, thinking "damn, this shit's dreary"
You quote Foucault, I quote my f*cking life
While you break down power structures, I'm breaking inside

[Chorus]
Professor daddy, tell me how the world works
While your own son's sitting here going berserk
All your dissertations can't explain this pain
Smart enough to teach the masses
Too blind to see what's plain

[Verse 2]
Got that tenure track mind, but your heart's on leave
Teaching kids 'bout privilege while your own kid can't breathe
Funny how you analyze everyone else's shit
But when I speak my truth, you can't handle it
Smoke rings rising like your academic prose
Empty words dissolving, that's just how it goes
You wanted me to carry on your legacy
Instead I'm here exposing all this fake-ass pedigree

[Bridge]
Pour another drink, dad, let's deconstruct
How you built this wall between us, got me so f*cked
Your office hours are always open, but your mind's closed tight
Let's cite some sources on why nothing feels right

[Verse 3]
Every lecture's like a funeral for what we could've been
Your vocabulary's rich but our bond is wearing thin
I'm your case study in rebellion, footnote in your life
Publishing papers while our relationship flatlines

[Outro]
Class dismissed, professor
Your son's got some wisdom too
No peer review needed
When every word is true
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Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC

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Language: English
Written by: Ivan J.
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