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FLOAT (feat. blvrrimg) Video (MV)




Performed By: smokewish
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: smokewish, Landon Maas




smokewish - FLOAT (feat. blvrrimg) Lyrics




When you think about it when did it work out?
Never that's why that's-
How I'ma be like this, in your time in need
I'm an asshole and I let you bleed, ee

Never forgettin' it, chillin' with my homies and bredren
I be teleportin' it make me feel like a enderman
Ye-yeah, life is endless, feel like I'm a veteran
Bitch you friendless, that make me the better man
I-I be here and there at the same time
Never know what I'm doin' except for writin' rhymes
Never know shit, like if I'm livin' or dying
Smokin' a spliff or a backwood
It's all the same shit, like I'm doing what I could
F*ck on your bitch, I feel like nullOS
O-o-oh shit, you thought I was fakin' this?
Aw naw miss, you mistaken in this bitch

Uh
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some eggs
I'ma go break that bitch legs
Take that bitch filters she fake, yuh
Ugly as f*ck in the face

PSEUDO-OP gang, hit the game with all the payload
We unvault shit, you ain't ready for the tapes though
Bro, filters sound like X-Raided through the payphone
You know we making flames that the FD stay away from

Oh, hear the Trillgaze I float
No faith towards god, shooting vomit out my throat
It landed on a cross, ha ha, that's dope
The fans are like zombies, always tweakin for a smoke

Ay, I'm astronaut spaced out
The wave that make you nod-off, never pause it, that's the Gaze sound
Brain out the way, when a homie blaze out
Pompeii, shower gray powder on mæ
Great, sleeves stained with ashes, immaculate
Things, oo, ay, get your ass in the game
Been waiting 8 hours, take the trash to it's place
F*cker run, pick up the pace
Smoke, put your subs to the test, uh
Bass overdose, shake my head, yuh
I got this sent in DMs, and I heard the shit
Murked by the beat, I was dead

Uh, uh
I might go shoot up my e-e-e
I might go shoot up my ex, yuh
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some e-e
I'ma go break tha- go break that bitch le-
Take that bitch filters she fake
Ugly as- ugly as f*ck in the face
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When you think about it when did it work out?
Never that's why that's-
How I'ma be like this, in your time in need
I'm an asshole and I let you bleed, ee

Never forgettin' it, chillin' with my homies and bredren
I be teleportin' it make me feel like a enderman
Ye-yeah, life is endless, feel like I'm a veteran
Bitch you friendless, that make me the better man
I-I be here and there at the same time
Never know what I'm doin' except for writin' rhymes
Never know shit, like if I'm livin' or dying
Smokin' a spliff or a backwood
It's all the same shit, like I'm doing what I could
F*ck on your bitch, I feel like nullOS
O-o-oh shit, you thought I was fakin' this?
Aw naw miss, you mistaken in this bitch

Uh
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some eggs
I'ma go break that bitch legs
Take that bitch filters she fake, yuh
Ugly as f*ck in the face

PSEUDO-OP gang, hit the game with all the payload
We unvault shit, you ain't ready for the tapes though
Bro, filters sound like X-Raided through the payphone
You know we making flames that the FD stay away from

Oh, hear the Trillgaze I float
No faith towards god, shooting vomit out my throat
It landed on a cross, ha ha, that's dope
The fans are like zombies, always tweakin for a smoke

Ay, I'm astronaut spaced out
The wave that make you nod-off, never pause it, that's the Gaze sound
Brain out the way, when a homie blaze out
Pompeii, shower gray powder on mæ
Great, sleeves stained with ashes, immaculate
Things, oo, ay, get your ass in the game
Been waiting 8 hours, take the trash to it's place
F*cker run, pick up the pace
Smoke, put your subs to the test, uh
Bass overdose, shake my head, yuh
I got this sent in DMs, and I heard the shit
Murked by the beat, I was dead

Uh, uh
I might go shoot up my e-e-e
I might go shoot up my ex, yuh
I might go shoot up my ex

I might go cook up some e-e
I'ma go break tha- go break that bitch le-
Take that bitch filters she fake
Ugly as- ugly as f*ck in the face
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Writer: smokewish, Landon Maas
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