Smoke Break - Maxo Kream

She's a small-town, hard-workin' woman just trying to make a living Working three jobs, feedin' four little mouths in a run-down kitchen When you never takin' nothin' and doin' nothin' but givin' It's hard to be a good wife and a good mom and a good Christian She said, "I don't drink "But sometimes I need a stiff drink" "Sippin' from a highball glass" "Let the world fade away" She said, "I don't smoke" "But sometimes I need a long drag" "Yeah, I know it might sound bad" "But sometimes I need a smoke break" He's a big-city, hard-workin' man just tryna' to climb the ladder First generation to go to college instead of drivin' a tractor Never had nothin' handed to him on a silver platter It's hard to be a good man, good son, do somethin' good that matters He said, "I don't drink" "But sometimes I wanna pop that top" "Take a swig and make the world stop" "And watch it fade away" He said, "I don't smoke" "But sometimes I wanna light it up" "Yeah, when things get tough" "Sometimes I need a smoke break" Yeah So here's to you and here's to when the day gets long Go ahead, I understand if you wanna take a load off I don't drink But sometimes I need a stiff drink Sippin' from a highball glass Let the world fade away Yeah, and I don't smoke But sometimes I need a long drag Yeah, I know it might sound bad But sometimes I need a, sometimes I need a- When the day gets long When the work's all done When the sun sets When you need to forget Grab that cup, mmm Fill it up Sip it slow And let it all go Ooh

How long, how long How long has it been since we talked? (Mm-mm) How long, how long How long has it been since we Forgot the world for an evening I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine Hello, hello Know it's been a while since I called (mm-mm) Right now, right now I can feel my mine's spinning Like the fan on the ceiling I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine

Everywhere I go, I got a burner And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry) If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga) If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?) 3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click (What we do?) These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch He look like a man, but he really a bitch RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget He died from the hands of a man in his clique That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get killed on that???? Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch He eating her pussy, you eating on chips And niggas you put on and helped and get rich Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives Nigga gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these niggas hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play You think he yo mans, but he really a snake Public informant, he work for the state Video footage, recording on tape Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up