Trane-Smoke
[Verse 1: !LLumiN@TE]
Let the pain go, hit this Trane-Smoke
If water’s wet, then you should have wore a raincoat
Hmm, complicated plain folk
Colorblind still trying to find a rainbow
Slow burn, gotta keep that blue flame low
Red blood, white blood cells tango
Thick skin peel off like a mango
My little Santos crown, red shingle
Papadop, rock, paper scissor kick
Rats get gutted by Pickle Rick. Nicholas
Barnes & Noble. Hmm, nuclear arms Chernobyl
We sow the seeds of a power plant
And reap the soul of a flower blanched
Golden Girls, brass knuckles, silver bullet hole
Fools, the whole game’s rigged, there’s no rules
On the lips of an anarchist. Panic room, no
Panicking, ginger tea with some tamarind
Fronto leaf with some cannabis, fish
Mala, La La Lando Calrissian
Start to feel the opioids kicking in, sit and grin
[Hook: !LLumiN@TE]
Let the pain go, hit this Trane-Smoke
Let the pain go, hit this Trane-Smoke
Let the pain go, hit this Trane-Smoke
Let the pain go, hit this Trane-Smoke
[Verse 2: SciryL]
Played it closer than the thang know. Huh
I finna run a Gauntlet like Thanos, blaze O’s
Trane-Smoke, they ghost, they float
Root beer and ice cream pipe dreams, floor seats
Watching my team lose like Spike Lee to spite me
Huh, I could have went out to sightsee
I could have went like, “Life’s sweet,” diabetes
Type 3, iced tea, ice cubes in my drink
Eyes bleeding, high, eating feed fine cheese. Uh
Spliff smelling like pine needle, Pine-Sol
Pipes cleaned, Mr. Clean Body At the Crime
Scene. Uh, this a clean body. This is
Meat, body, and hype beats. Fight me. We could scrap
Throw hands, we could laugh, we could dab, smoke hair
We could pass, puff-puff in between
Uh, what’s underneath the rug? Blood, dust, and kief
Punch-drunk, tough love, fuck up your dreams
Feel the bloodlust, blood rushing up the stream
Uh, sucker, you don’t want nothing with a fiend blunt-
-puffing, two lungs, nothing in between
Take a couple pulls like a puppet to a string
Feature presentation coming to a theatre near you
Fuck love. Take lies, fear truth
Bust goons, take lives, clear rooms
Invisible man in a clear suit
This is critical masses for my peer group. Sit in this
Class and learn something ‘fore I air you
Trane-Smoking on a track, eating rare fruit
This is Pickle Rick Flair, billionaire sick of this
Silly shit, yeah. Brilliant, really been
Killing shit here. Militant, feeling tense
Get a grip here ‘fore I split your shit quickly
Kind of like a philly this year, and don’t be
An idiot, really get scared. ManKind
