Pine Box Smoke

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