Letras
(Hey)
Still smokin'
Still smokin'
Still smokin'
Still smo-
G-O-D, no Buddha
Drink my caffeine black, no sugar
Spliff in the backseat, kickin' it back
We breakin' barriers, their tracks don't look up
Word to the wise, I got my fingers in every pie
Jack of all trades, so I'm sent to the sky
Smashin' my brains 'til I'm gettin' it right
Like, get the degree, go get a job
Work up some debt, go sweat it off
Burn in a den, handle a crop
Learn from the rest, pander and watch
Move like locust, lose my hope
I'm sick of the posers, fuck your socials
Got my face out the books, no focus
Me? I'm a no one, crew all loners
That's why we own it, no days off
Ready to blow, propane bomb
I ain't live at my home, my home's in a song
No, I don't sleep, always on
No, I don't crash, name on the map
N to the E to the hardly wack
No, I don't slack, run down the track
N to the E to the I'll be back
No, I don't crash, me? I glide
Beats from scratch, D.I.Y
Run up on track, feel like the guy
Got 'em on smash, you know why
Clones, they got 'em on follow (follow)
These flows are mine, not borrowed (nah)
Don't like their content, their souls are hollow (yeah)
Fuck today's problems, that's for tomorrow
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks
Quit smokin'
Still smokin'
Quit smokin'
Still smokin'
Quit smokin'
Still smokin'
Quit smokin'
Still smokin'
D-O-N, no godfather
Want caffeine and a spliff, no lager
Won't do it if it don't make me smarter
N-E-R-V-E, I'm a master
N-E-R-V-E, I'm a dunce
If I fucked up, only gotta tell me once
Learn from that, now it's done
Lit up a bat, now it's bun
Lit up a track, now it's gold
Worth my weight in the shit 'til I'm old (yeah)
Birthplace Melbourne, now I'm up coast
I like the weather, sunny, I suppose
I guess I need more vitamin D
They pop-pop pills like vitamin E
Test my brain, won't ever get F
'Cause I'm on point, never miss a drop like a G
On point, never miss a drop like a DJ
Pop-off spots where the song get a replay
Make ten beats for a week straight
Then kick back, and I'm Chong-in' for three days
I should go get a wife
Work nine 'til five 'til I hate my life
Stare at a screen, answer a phone
Wish that I wasn't, wanna go home (wanna go home)
Wanna go travel
Get paid to flip the words, and that's Scrabble
Son, I do this shit, I don't dabble
Them lads trapped in a herd like cattle
Them lads trapped in a vice, that's life
Me? I got stuck in my mind on a hype
N to the E to the R-V-E
Drop one tune, then I come back with five
(Head up in space, I'm NASA)
(One foot in the grave, bad luck)
(If you want smoke, then come for my throat)
(They want me to choke, that sucks)
(Head up in space, I'm NASA)
(One foot in the grave, bad luck)
(If you want smoke, then come for my throat)
(They want me to choke, that sucks)
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks
Head up in space, I'm NASA
One foot in the grave, bad luck
If you want smoke, then come for my throat
They want me to choke, that sucks