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Harry Charles Edm - Smoke Y Dust Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Yo, catch me in the boogie zone, ketted out the solar system
Half-g fungi in my system, something funky for the listener
Listen, I'm not into dissing on the next man for his instinct
Instantaneously throwing shade on things you see is different
Simultaneously set you up for shame that's self-inflicted
And nothing can skew or distort the instant
I get inklings of a positive change in my intuition
Only built for Cuban links, taught me learnings about the listening
Disposing of inhibitions will sober up all your vision
I keep scribbling writtens, inflicting new compositions 'til
'Til peaceful is the moment that I'm zoning in
If I knеw more, I'd take a spore and gеt to cloning him
So then I'd have unlimited fungi for when the summer's in full swing
And I still bring the chilling to the function and some new things
My shoe strings jumping like the rumbling
Of four Formula 4s on floors close to crumbling
That shit that shakes your hardware loose like shots of Grey Goose
No mixer, sit you back on your caboose
To say this nation knows no moderation is an understatement
Half the population double pacing
Racing to erasing any recollection how their day went, I can't blame them
I've had days when half my pay's spent sniffing 'til I'm Super Saiyan
I'm just saying this is something simply sampled from environments
A placement on a ladder which encourages more violence
To gain a one-up on the ones that's residing beside us
In a culture that exploits our selfishness and makes it stylish
Like who these lames that think they be the flyest with no stylist?
I had them jawns in 2010 and now you tryna buy this?
Self-proclaimed hipsters turned hypesters
Rick's or Osiris
You're still two-stepping through the same shit
So save the fronting, playing like you not something to play with
That's basic and fake as replica Bape Stas
Some of the realest people I know look like they still rocking the same fits
They got for Christmas gifts back in 2006
It really don't matter what it is
It's subliminal in the mix of abundant problems to fix
Just lax a little, bun a puff
With Scorsese alphabeticals, hear this shit through your retinal
It's subsequently evidential, getting better still
A pyromancer with the feathered quill
Incinerate instrumentals to let the kettle spill