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Lyrics
been low all week,baby
Heavy on my chest
Ash on the console
Sleep in my eyes,no rest
Pulled up in the cut
Let the whole thing breathe
Red clay on my boots
Green on the leaves
I don't talk much
I just twist and stare
Trouble in my pocket
But the calm in the air
Took one pull deep
Now the pain get thin
Same old weight on me
But I float again
More smoke in the air
Than a brush fire wake
More heat in my lungs
Than the summer can take
You can hear me coming
Slow,then loud
Whole back road shaking
When I roll through the cloud
Blow more fog, blow more fog
Make the whole block disappear
Blow more fog,blow more fog
Harder than a mule kick here
Smoke so thick
You can taste my name
Blow more fog,blow more fog
Yeah, I bring that pain
Backwoods split, the resin line thick
Heavy on the inhale, feeling the mule kick
Trading lungs with legends, yeah I'm moving the haze
Passing out the embers in a thick-cloud daze
The rolling tray is polished, the grinder is stained
Watching all the pressure drain out from my brain
Blowing heavy vapor, thicker than the mist
More than what the icons ever put on a list
It’s a thick swamp rhythm, a slow-rolling flow
Heavy in the furnace, watching it grow
Harder than the earth when the hammer hits down
King of the mountain in this smoke-filled town
Don't need a golden ticket, just the leaf in the jar
Traveling the galaxy, ignoring the star
The gravity is pulling, the chest starts to ache
How much of the harvest is one man to take?
My vision is blurred by the weight of the air
Living in the pocket, and I'm already there
Clear out the room, just the vapor remains
Slow-moving rhythm, the weight of the chains
Deep in the silence, where the smoke starts to fall
Yeah, I'm the one who's answering the call
I got hurt I don't name
And a grin I fake
Couple scars in my laugh
Couple lies I break
Mama said, "Boy, stay clean"
But the night got teeth
And the green kept talking
Like a hymn underneath
I'm too gone for the talk
Too raw for the flex
Got a heart full of thunder
And a pocket full of stress
Still I rise through the haze
With a lowdown grin
If the world wanna fight
Let the smoke ride in
More smoke in the air
Than a brush fire wake
More heat in my lungs
Than the summer can take
You can hear me coming
Slow, then loud
Whole back road shaking
When I roll through the cloud
been bruised by the days
An the nights that bite
So I bend in the dark
Till it feel like right
If the world won't hold me
Let it spin an sway
I go soft for a second
Then I smoke that gray
Blow more fog,blow more fog
Make the whole block disappear
Blow more fog,blow more fog
Harder than a mule kick here
Smoke so thick
You can taste my name
Blow more fog,blow more fog
Yeah, I bring that pain
Details
GeneratedAug 26, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark blusey dirty south ,piano melody, heavy hitting 808 bass, crisp trap hi-hats, slow tempo, gritty lo-fi voca
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
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