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Lit

5

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lit was released on July 30, 2021 by Smokey Productions © 2021 as a part of the album Westside

Song Details

Release DateJuly 30, 2021

LabelSmokey Productions © 2021

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Thomas Karel Ceule

Thomas Karel Ceule

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Smoove Lyrics

Producer

Lyrics

Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit,

Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit

I got a fat one burnin in my right hand

Pass em to the left man

Roll another one cuz we can't land yet

Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat

And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets

Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game

Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name

Smokin' that pot, I should probably get a job

Cause rap is just hobby I ain't coppin' any guap

At least I'm gettin' props and my comments at the top

Wavin' down to haters that are promtin' me to stop

I just laughed, cause they don't have the passion for the craft

Feelin' like im spaced out off the xannies wait what

You ain't stoppin' me yo I'm snappin' you in half

That's a metaphor for when you step into my path

And clash with the momentum you never knew I had

Just tune in to the music and forget why you were mad

It ain't worth the worry over stupid shit like that

You tried to kill my vibe, but my mood is still intact

The way you choose to interact I think your views are outta whack

But that's a personal opinion no one's perfect that's a fact

So I'm cruisin to the studio returnin' to my task

Enjoying all the love I get from spittin all my raps

Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit

Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit

I got a fat one burnin in my right hand

Pass em to the left man

Roll another one cuz we can't land yet

Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat

And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets

Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game

Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name

Like a cloud of smoke, I be driftin away

It's always the same shit, different day

Tappin ashes of the same spliff different tray

Give my headphones roll a beat and start hittin replay

Why would I rap if you predict what I say

And picture the wall before the bricks have been laid?

I don't plan to follow in this frickin parade

Stricken with rage, and restricted by this minimum wage

The same reason young people are grippin a gauge

Flickin' and stickin people with switchable blades

Wish for the day they can switch up their ways

A pivotal stage of life, like they're flippin the page

And changin' the chapter that became a disaster

Passed by the moment that I'm claiming to capture

I wanna slow down but they're making it faster

Make an end of my day cuz I'm too wasted and plastered

Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit

Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit

I got a fat one burnin in my right hand

Pass em to the left man

Roll another one cuz we can't land yet

Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat

And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets

Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game

Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name

Written by: Thomas Karel Ceule

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