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Lyrics
[Verse]
Paul Cone, Smoke No Mo, can’t handle the green,
Mind's a labyrinth, lost in the scene,
Took a few hits, now the world's obscene,
Paranoid visions like a haunted machine.
[Verse 2]
Used to float high, now he's grounded in fear,
Voices in shadows, every whisper clear,
Confidence shattered, like a smashed-up mirror,
Sweat on his brow, breathing unclear.
[Chorus]
Smoke no mo, Paul’s dropping the flame,
Once king of the cloud, now dodging the shame,
Eyes bloodshot, but it's all just a game,
Mary Jane turned his mind into a hurricane.
[Verse 3]
Focus out the window, missteps in the mix,
Heart thumping loud, every beat a quick fix,
Friends turn to ghosts, life doing backflips,
Every puff's a chisel, carving out tricks.
[Bridge]
Pockets full of dreams, now just heavy with dread,
Pursuit of the green led him straight to the red,
Tried to find peace, found chaos instead,
Once soared high, now chained to his bed.
[Verse 4]
Confidence gone, paranoia on the rise,
Smoke-filled nights, now met with sighs,
Paul Cone, once bold, now cautious and wise,
Left the haze, looking for clear skies.
Details
GeneratedJan 6, 2025
Duration2:03
Credits
Prompt byThugnasty
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A rap about Paul cone. aka smoke no mo, can’t handle any more Mary Jane, paranoid after a few hits Confident
