The Alchemist, Styles P, Evidence - Calmly Smoke lyrics

I wanna smoke 'til my brain is numb
'Til I can't feel nothing and
The pain is done take the good with the bad
That's how the game is won
'Cause the sun only comes out
When the rain is done
And when I exhale the smoke
I let the problems float
When I blow out a cloud, I let the drama go
All the bullshit, the issues
All the gossip goes
All the rumors, all the whispers
All the talk just goes
All this money in my pocket
And I still feel broke i let go of all the
Nonsense and I calmly smoke (Light that up)
There's nothing that can make me angry
So take it up with God
That's the way that he made me
Or take it up with pops
That's the way that he raised me
Or blame it on the game for
The way that it paid me
Then blame it on the money for
The way that it changed me
And blame it on my lifestyle
And say that I'm crazy
And blame it on the trying
To say that I'm lazy
There's nothing that you can say
That's makin' or breakin' me
And when I blow the smoke out
It takes all the problems away from me
Let go of all the nonsense and I calmly smoke

I want to smoke so my eyes can bleed
So they don't see my pain
They just think it's weed
Use the trees so they don't see my game
They just think I'm green
Inhale deep, my problems shrink away
God forgive my sins, tomorrow's a new day
It's like the smoke is
Novocaine easin' my brain
From the world going on outside, I stay sane
(Way out) I don't smoke to forget
Before I hit this, hold my head
God bless the dead and I don't hold regrets
After I hit this, I don't listen
Fuck what you said!
You know greed was never part of my weed plan
It's fire, blame the lah for murder he wrote
I let go of all the nonsense and calmly smoke

(Alchemist, pass that shit, man
Lemme get high with you, you know)
I take long tokes, c'mon folks
Ain't nothin' in the world like strong smoke
We only blowing green shit
At least we ain't on coke
You would know what I mean
If you was born broke
Raised in the ghetto where there's
Nothing but torn folks
What, torn house, torn heart, torn clothes
I just blew four, got another four rolled
Will I die today? Shit, only Lord knows
So I exhale, inhale again
Did it for my little man
'Cause he's in jail again, need bail again
Gotta get rid of this shitty feeling
Alchemist, get your nigga higher than
A New York City building
(Roll another one, and another one)
Sour diesel haze, kush mixed
With the bubble gum, call it troublesome
'Cause the only thing that calm the Ghost
Is a deep beat, zone out and calmly smoke