Back 2 Normal

[Intro] Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack [Chorus: Mikey the Magician] Need my friends to stay with me to get me back to normal (Yeah) Sometimes, I wish we wasn't poppin', get us back to normal (Yeah) Sometimes, I open up my eyes and hope I'm back to normal (Yuh) And hope I'm back to normal (Ayy), and hope I'm back to normal (Ayy) Need my friends to stay with me to get me back to normal (Yeah) Sometimes, I wish we wasn't poppin', get us back to normal (Yeah) Sometimes, I open up my eyes and hope I'm back to normal (Yuh) And hope I'm back to normal (Ayy), and hope I'm back to normal (Ayy, yuh, ayy) [Verse 1: Mikey the Magician] Don't fuck around and get smoked My pretty boy smile don't joke Fuck around and get a dose of me You about to get hooked like it's dopamine They got jealousy that's reeking through the place Enemies that wanna see me fade But they could never take my work away I've been working from the interstate On the tour and we still independent It's nothing big, but I'm just saying that I remember shit from way back When Pou and the gang have a pay stamp When records were made in the basement But now there's a whole lot of faces That I don't know, I'm out to solo sometimes [Verse 2: nothing,nowhere.] Okay, it's Mr. Always Cry a Lot Says he wants to die a lot Always hide my face like I'm the fuckin' emo juggernaut If they ain't know, then they know now They tellin' me that I should slow down Only wear black when I roll around When I'm in the pit, know I throw down I don't want friends, 'cause they question my name When they ask me, I tell 'em it's nothin' You say it's your time and you poppin' online But we checked, and you ain't even buzzin' I know I'm fucked up, but I will fuck you up If you talk shit, when push come to shovin' I'll call up Mikey and he got the chopper And I ain't talking about no Harley I've been rollin' 'round on my side of town In that Subaru, it's nothing new, my dude Well it's solo, fuck a logo, no promo, came from the borough They never gave a fuck about me But now they be hittin' my phone up I've been killin' tracks, I be the sad assassin I've been on my grind, I think I'm Bucky Lasek Is you really 'bout that shit? You ain't really 'bout that shit Man, fuck a vacation, I'll sleep when I make it, be patient [Outro] Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke-smoke a sack Smoke a sack, smoke a sack, smoke a, smoke a—