Mick Jenkins - Smoke Break-Dance (Feat. JID, Prod. By Stoic) [Official Music Video]

Stream ’Smoke Break-Dance’: Pre-Order ’The Patience’: Follow Me: Facebook - Twitter - Instagram - TikTok - @micktactoe?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc Mix & Mastered by Introts Shot & Directed by Andre Muir (Smuggler) Lyrics: Mick Jenkins Verse Uhh And I keep rolling up And I keep rolling up We blow it down We blowing up Hot air in me we going up Still it’s No feet going up fees going up We pouring up We throwing up gang signs Trees going up in flames find us a forest fire every smoke break We opened up wespace nigga we gave art hang time He tryna reclaim time We finna rebuild no Home Depot wit us People wit us That come from the FaceTime Lowkey like the baseline Got smoke and I keep rolling up Back to back baby Yea I keep rolling up Keep getting high Beats getting low We getting by I can’t complain I wouldn’t know How to make you feel me I know they can smell me tho I know they can see a motherfucker coming from a mile away I ain’t sending smoke signals big smoke send signals either way don’t it Put an eight in it Muthfucka got some weight on it And some wax in it Don’t play wit it All the way from concentrate wit it Juiced like Fresh OJ it’s the tangie that I stay wit Soon as they hit it I keep rolling up We blow it down We blowing up Hot air in me we going up Still it’s No feet going up Fees going up We pouring up We throwing up gang signs Hot boxing this smoke got hangtime And I keep rolling up And I keep rolling up JID Verse Uh I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough 345 got a 50 piece from the wing spot (Ge-Ge-Ge-Geeked out my mind) And I’m coming back with food and some ganja But it’s only me and you in this place Just a little bitty piece of weed will make a nigga feel like he ain’t going off the deep And I ain’t even been to sleep in about a week, didn’t even think about it We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats, guided by the guns, guided by the streets Where the money said he got it by the week, we get it dog, got em by a leash Try to find a little piece, but the mystery to me is unsolved Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog Got a stash full of big gas, I could tell you what they run for But I don’t trap so it won’t matter, everybody do a blunt toast like the white folks when they clink glasses Told my nigga add the fronto, so I move slow but I think faster 12 knocking at the front door, shh, be quiet keep passing it I don’t wanna see nobody that I know or love laying in a deep casket But through all the stress and madness a nigga keep rolling up Mick Jenkins Verse Gotta figure that the problem niggas got is mental Lotta niggas figure shit is only incidental Go figure im keep smoking this tree Roll one mo up why not 3 #SmokeBreakDance #MickJenkins #Hiphop #Rap