"Smokin' Problems Away" lyrics
Everyday I do it - thrice a week I been accruing
And to me that is the move of finding something that is soothing
My mind: it goes, it races
Close my eyes, I'm seeing faces
See myself getting famous
In my dreams, I hear y'all play this
I suppose I'm thinking too much
Introvert that's too much
By myself, chopped up the Dutch
Sleep it off, such and such
That's year-round - 365
Most the time up in the hive
I'm feeling wavy off of medication I previously have been prescribed
To that behavior I don't subscribe
This is how some describe: "the things you do are ill-advised"
Hearing that and I'm not surprised
I'm a bold one, don't always translate
Your thoughts, they'll try and invade
Happiness ain't my choice, hope you're choosing me as your voice
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
I wake up: no sense of purpose
What's the point if I ain't further this?
Roll out of bed just to roll up
Going forward, the holdup?
Silence in a room full of people
I've been staying alert for the weasel
Head is on a swivel, tryna keep it civil
Here I'm in the middle fighting for the little
Only got one life to live, I ain't got a life to give
Sneaky thoughts - they're elusive
Crazy vivid, that's stupid
No way the social suited, and no way the youngins booted
But I'm ready, one of many
How to understand - it's just a man
He's from New Hampshire
All the answers, moral manners, higher standards
Choose the stress, I don't digress
I do declare, I don't share
Emotions in a bottle, only slowed down by a pothole
17 - am I a fossil?
Troubled kid, or just a lost soul?
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
And to me that is the move of finding something that is soothing
My mind: it goes, it races
Close my eyes, I'm seeing faces
See myself getting famous
In my dreams, I hear y'all play this
I suppose I'm thinking too much
Introvert that's too much
By myself, chopped up the Dutch
Sleep it off, such and such
That's year-round - 365
Most the time up in the hive
I'm feeling wavy off of medication I previously have been prescribed
To that behavior I don't subscribe
This is how some describe: "the things you do are ill-advised"
Hearing that and I'm not surprised
I'm a bold one, don't always translate
Your thoughts, they'll try and invade
Happiness ain't my choice, hope you're choosing me as your voice
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
I wake up: no sense of purpose
What's the point if I ain't further this?
Roll out of bed just to roll up
Going forward, the holdup?
Silence in a room full of people
I've been staying alert for the weasel
Head is on a swivel, tryna keep it civil
Here I'm in the middle fighting for the little
Only got one life to live, I ain't got a life to give
Sneaky thoughts - they're elusive
Crazy vivid, that's stupid
No way the social suited, and no way the youngins booted
But I'm ready, one of many
How to understand - it's just a man
He's from New Hampshire
All the answers, moral manners, higher standards
Choose the stress, I don't digress
I do declare, I don't share
Emotions in a bottle, only slowed down by a pothole
17 - am I a fossil?
Troubled kid, or just a lost soul?
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
I smoke my problems away, I do it every single day
Rip the bong, or roll a J - don't help you in the long game
Growing cold, I'm getting numb
All the green is where I'm from
From the bay - no more problems today
Writer(s): Christopher Dezurick
