Smoke

Lyrics

[Intro: 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' [Chorus: Toro y Moi] 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 [Verse 1: Toro y Moi] 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' [Pre-Chorus: Toro y Moi] Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I'm twеakin' Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons [Chorus: Toro y Moi] Burnin' through this brеad 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 [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] 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 [Refrain: 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' [Pre-Chorus: Toro y Moi] Ancestors, tell me now, if you think I'm tweakin' Still adjusting to the time, feeling all four seasons [Chorus: Toro y Moi] 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 [Outro: Toro y Moi] 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