Fliptrix, Kashmere - Smoke Lingers Always lyrics

Yo, Yo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
It's for the workers, It's for the grinders
It's for the workers, It's for the grinders
It's what (what, what, what, what)

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days
For life it ain't small change
Brain fried it's sautéed
Fuck crime and court cases
Buss rhyme, make more paper
Balling off tour wages

All I'm doing's working
All I'm doing's grinding
All I'm doing's hauling
Fuck what the time is
Now I'm on tour again, piffing out the hotel
Towels by the door again no smoking sign
Staring at 'em and ignoring 'em
Four in the morn
I got the draw to floor all of them (jesus)
Plotting like a Caucasian ornament
I orchestrate the ornate performances
And raise your vibe like the choruses
While you're flapping like horses lips
Record the awesomeness i call the source
'cause the piff price extortionate
Gang lords, draw your swords
I'm ignoring it, i'm bored of it
All this war talk, I ain't applauding it
I play to win though
With or without a tournament, bingo!
That's Niabingy limited edish
That's my lingo
But, it's likely you won't really
Get that like an in-joke
Got girls' legs akimbo
That's personal like digit's to my pin code
Burglars done tip toe to your window
Then flipped over
Nicked loads of shit in your yard
You got parred, that is simple
Makes you wanna go down the pub
Order 10 pints and then sink those
That's just life, that's how this shit
Goes - down, fuck a shrink, bro
They ain't gonna diagnose me with symptoms
And give me a syndrome
I'm out here like soles on
The street but no plimsolls
I ain't gonna wear that shit
That's bait like some gimp clothes
Delinquents indulge in drugs, pubs and bimbos
Then fall down the sink hole
Get flushed through the system and
End up in limbo

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days
For life it ain't small change
Brain fried Its sautéed
Fuck crime and court cases
Bust rhyme, make more paper
Balling off tour wages

All I do is work, kid, all I do is rhyme, bro
All I do is merk shit, all I do is rhyme slow
Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out
Drink ale, dead whales are getting thrown out
Zoned out, run like a yappy
I got the phone out
Phone it in, large gorilla toke, hold it in
Folding in to the fifth dimension
And home again
If you're a hater, you can go and spin
Sixteen treacherous years in the game
I'm still going in unholy grin
While they're falling like bowling pins
It's all love though
We're doing it for the love though
They're doing it for the love of
The dough, as love runs cold, it's old
How many souls were sold and swallowed whole?
How many hollowed their soul to follow gold?
We keep it elevating
Resonating while the puppets stay hella basic
For ever dated, my mother worked so hard
It broke her back see, if you use your eyes
You'll never see me holding gats
I'd rather grind hard for the fam
And bring her greater joy
The chop is mightier than a
Slap! Ask the Nature Boy!
So make some noise, we're
Smashing it like paper, boy
Look at these media L's making toys
Hold your head, know the ledge
Fold your legs
Connect with the stars that's overhead
I'm representing blowing smoke in the sky
Open your eyes
Do you even know if you're alive?
Over ill, I know the deal
My rap name should be Bogomil

Smoke lingers always, out in my hallways
Grinding for all days
For life it ain't small change
Brain fried Its sautéed
Fuck crime and court cases
Buss rhyme, make more paper
Balling off tour wages