Your Friend, Ghost - Smokers (artwork faeton music)

Your Friend, Ghost – Smokers

Fresh song by Your Friend, Ghost.

Artist about the track:

“Smokers” is a classic beat flip that combines catchy and melodic sample chops with layers of trap and boombap inspired drums meshed with a mix of percussion recordings. What differentiates this from other tracks is the unique vocal performances of songwriter Matt Chason and rapper/ producer Yobbz. Highlighting each of the artist’s strengths, “Smokers” showcases meaningful and catchy choruses that are pinned against the track’s cryptic and unexpected melodic change during Yobbz’s verse. Truly a track to bump for any occasion, “Smokers” is likely to lead to head bobbing and hopefully, the urge to roll something up.

“It’s too much for most folks you know, the ones afraid of hour glasses tippin over. Oh it never happens like it’s supposed to, no sir, in search of the place where we mean more.”

LYRICS:

They're just the smokers of the hour
Realize you're better off alone by dawn
It never happens how it's supposed to
It must be sick to have those powers
Take care of the world when there's something wrong
And it's too much for most folks you know
The ones afraid of hour glasses tippin over
Oh it never happens like it's supposed to
No sir
In search of the place where we mean more
And it’s too much for most folks
We’re all just
Trapped inside of flesh minds
Convincing ourselves that we matter
As we steal time from the blind folks
The evening was exhausting
But I'm always way too selfish
Feels like I cant even help it
As we complain bout the time gone
You’ve gone so far now
You’re going too far stop
Spend time catching ground
Next time I come around
I come around for ya
First you'll see night fog
Come when the night falls
You'll be in that white gown
And I'll be there by god for ya
It's the scientifical, mystical, zip rolling, piff smoking, spliff roasting, Yobbz bitch I've been chosen
With the universal vision
Yobbz the grip filmed the moon man mission
But now we in the lab doing real trap fission
Thanos hand when I snap with my division
Room full of pot ash
There was a time I had my mind back
Yobbz see the future then recline back
And light a dime sack
It’s New York's finest
Roasting them pine tip guys, wide, size of my irises
Never really ends how you think does it
Or was it something influenced by the substances
They're just the smokers of the hours
Realize you're better off alone by dawn
It never happens how it's supposed to
It must be sick to have those powers
Take care of the world when there's something wrong
And it's too much for most folks you know
The ones afraid of hour glasses tippin over
It never happens like it's supposed to
No sir
In search of the place where we mean more
And it’s too much for most folks
We’re all just, trapped inside of flesh minds
Convincing ourselves that we matter
(It's too much for most folks)
First you see night fog
Come when the night fall
Spend time catching ground
Next time I come around I come around for ya
(It’s too much for most folks)

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