Smokie

Yeah… it’s that late-night smoke…

Dark clouds rising…

You don’t pass this, you don’t belong here…

(Low voice echo: “Light it… inhale… hold it… exhale…”)

Roll it up, twist it tight,

Light that spark in the dead of night.

Smoke so thick—can’t see my face,

One more hit, drift into space.

Eyes get heavy, time stands still,

Chasing highs to escape what’s real.

Pass it "round—don’t let it go,

One more puff and we’re good to go

The lighter flicks—it’s a spark of peace,

In a world so loud, I need release.

Shadows dance on these cracked-up walls,

In this haze where no one calls.

Puff, puff—yeah, that’s the ritual,

A moment to breathe feels spiritual.

Devil’s lettuce on a silver tray,

Take one hit—watch the pain drift away.

That sticky green got me feelin’ right,

Take one puff—fade into the night.

No pain here, just endless skies,

One more hit and I’m hypnotized.

Roll it up, twist it tight,

Light that,

spark in the dead of night.

Smoke so thick—can’t see my face,

One more hit, drift into space.

Eyes get heavy, time stands still,

Chasing highs to escape what’s real.

Pass it "round—don’t let it go,

One more puff and we’re good to go.

Let the smoke rise, watch it swirl,

Lights too dim—lost in this world.

Pass that vibe—keep it slow,

One more hit—now we’re good to go .

Clock don’t tick—time bends then breaks,

Smoke fills my lungs; I escape my mistakes.

Eyes turn red as my thoughts unwind,

Trying to leave it all behind.

Ash on my jeans,

like a burned-out dream,

Visions twist into a

shadowed scene.

Walls start shifting—I lose my face;

Took one hit—now I’m lost in space.

(Aye… aye…) Shadows move where the smoke goes…

(Aye… aye…) Time’s gone but nobody knows…

(Aye… aye…) One more hit and we float slow…

Now we ghosts ,where the real ones go…

(Faint vocals layered: “Let me go... let me drift... let me fade...")

Roll it up, twist it tight,

Light that spark in the dead of night.

Smoke so thick—can’t see my face,

One more hit—drift into space.

Eyes get heavy, time stands still,

Chasing highs to escape what’s real.

Pass it "round—don’t let it go,

One more puff and I"m good to go

Let the smoke rise, watch it swirl,

Lights too dim—lost in this world.

Pass that joint—keep it slow,

One more hit—now we’re goid to go

[Outro – Fading Into Darkness] (Heavy bass fades; eerie whispers linger.)Whispered echo: “One more hit—now we’re ghosts…”)

(Sound of a lighter flicks; inhale sound; beat fades into silence.)