Smoke (unerthed)

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 'til I feel like you're listening

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