Lyrics Secondhand Smoke - Colorful Chuck

You know it be getting hot up in this booth, feels like im in the kitchen in this bitch
You know what I mean

I just rolled another hundred
Im Blunted, overload
Said im coming faster, Dashing, So call me Usain bolt
Ive been Rolling, blowing, smoking these motherfucking o's
Aiming at your nose

You already know love
Im about to roll one
Im out of control, Lighter flick and watch it go off
I'm about to blow
And you about to choke on this secondhand smoke

Baby when I blow up
You already know love
Im out of control, Lighter flick and watch it go off

Took a lil break Now I'm back with the shits
Lil smooth motherfucker With a mountain of hits
Cold ass nigga No ice on my wrists
Probably with a bad bitch Two mountains for Titts
Hopped in the booth With a storm in the brain
Make it rain like a Categeory 5 hurricane
Natural disaster, This nigga is packin'
Like what the fuck happened To musical talent

Oh my oh my hope you taking notes
You can you can call this shit I'm smoking gold
Shit, call this shit devotion
Talent and emotion
Smell it on my clothes
Call it music with a soul
Call it this is everything that I know
Lighter flick and lose control
When I roll one
Im gone smoke up
Bout to blow up
And You gone choke
On this second hand smoke

Screaming na na na na
They say I'm writing just to live my life
I say I'm living just to write these lines

You already know love
Im about to roll one
Im out of control, Lighter flick and watch it go off
I'm about to blow
And you about to choke on this secondhand smoke

On this second hand smoke (Ima blow it in the air)
Second hand smoke (Like I don't care)
You bout to choke up (Blow it in the air)
On this second hand smoke (Like I don't, Like I don't care)