Letra de Smoke - Toro y Moi

(Feat. Moi, Kenny Mason)

Bands over bands

What's the plan on a weekend?

Shawty got a man, but my plan's intervenin'

Throw another grand if you think it's still even

Call an ambulance if you see I'm still geekin'

Burnin' through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burnin' through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burnin' through this bread with my financial advisor

I ain't no people pleaser

I'm not spinning at your party in Ibiza

15-hour flight for some VCs who don’t need ya

Private jets, we all know those be the demons

CO2s, VOCs, tell me what I'm breathin'

Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I'm tweakin'

Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burnin' through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burnin' through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burnin' through this bread with my financial advisor

Never had a friend be as friendly as BenG

Can't wipe off the grin after seeing where my ends meet

Jumpin' out the gym, I put gems in my wrist piece

I won't drop no gems till I feel like you're listening

Huh, yeah

Loaded TEC

Sitting where they won't expect

I'ma guest on Bouldercrest

Respect but they know I'm west

They ain't coming to see you, Otis

You can tell they want the best

You ain't ever gon' see my motives

You ain't ever gon' beat my motor

You ain't ever gon' reach my opus

But for trying, I show respect

You don't really wanna eat that smoke up

You gon' die if you hold your breath

No time to geek, don't roll-up

That fire on me, don't roll-up

I thank God He linked the bros up

Every time I hold that check

Bands over bands

What's the plan on a weekend?

Shawty got a man, but my plan's intervenin'

Throw another grand if you think it's still even

Call an ambulance if you see I'm still geekin'

Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I'm tweakin'

Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons

Burnin' through this bread like a brand new toaster

Burnin' through this bread while we sniff out these posers

Burn it to the ground like a controlled fire

Burnin' through this bread with my financial advisor

Suddenly, there is no more gasoline

No neon signs that read "we're open"

A poor connection

One bar lecture

Two bars down

You can hear her on the phone

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