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dying for the image. - smoke bomb lyrics

[intro: smoke bomb & ashley quintana]
i can’t ever get these headphones*
i had to fix the gain otherwise i’d be too loud in this sh*t, yuh, yuh (smoke bomb)

[hook: smoke bomb]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah (dying for the image, die)

[verse 1: smoke bomb & ashley quintana]
blood fell to my feet from the knife (smoke)
it was sacrifice
dig you out
kick you in your face for not acting right
put a cloth inside of their mouth
then a ziptie (fear nothing b*tch!)
rip their bone from gum
take a p*ss where they sleep at night

[hook: smoke bomb]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dying for the image, die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dying for the image, die)
[verse 2: smoke bomb]
falling to the top
it get thicker as it grow
tell my mommy “i can’t stop”
tell my daddy “my name’s noel”
only act on impulse
hurt myself if the feeling right
make em drop the needle
take a p*ss where they sleep at night

[verse 3: inwood’s ghost]
psychosis breakdown, nah, f*ck that
stay mental, yeah, ripped out like dentals
im inside your mental
breakdown, no changes
all out, im raging
you’re sweetened you maggot
cashed out like bandits

[hook: smoke bomb]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dying for the image, die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (die)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dying for the image, die)
[verse 4: inwood’s ghost]
with my fist im connecting like bluetooth
like some sirens i swear that you will move
you can’t find me i swear you need blues clues
shadow stepping what you reppin, no issue f*cked up no bender, blade tucked might insert
poking your stepper, cucked up you watcher

[outro]
god give me the serenity to accept things which cannot be changed; give me courage to change things which must be changed; and the wisdom to distinguish one from the other
free frank benjis

- smoke bomb lyrics

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