Lyrics of '222 (ft. Bridget Perez)' by Flatbush Zombies

Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the
Bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's louboutin, too

Reality is wisdom, perspective
I like horus, I don't like whores
Hindsight, oh my, I adore, for the time being, yes, I am yours
Trump, my card, it's the ace of spades
And I hate to go away without getting this money made
But niggas be telling to believe in a reason to act up
Nigga lose his job, blame it all on some bad luck
Roller coaster, my eyes not open

The cold comes every season, trick
In the summer we smoke hunnids, my fall comes often evil shit
Just spews from my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined
So you better elevate or lose time
Just lose time
Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?

Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the
Bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's louboutin, too
Say dat, I don't play that
I be acting as if I'm a better man
And my mother to my brother from another

Boy, oh yes you can
From my sisters that keep the shit right
And my mothers that'll kiss you good night
Forty slugs in my liquor cup
Take a shot and I pick you up
Bang bang from the same gang
Kick rocks if you can't hang
Lil nigga, what you saying, mane?
Roll up but these lame hangs
Rolling up was a plane, mane

In the hood, it's all good, made our own hollywood
Took a picture the system my mental track me like a alien
I combine thoughts with divine course
And exhale exhaust from my skeleton
Tell her I won't appear again
Fuck that, if I'm going, who will even care again?
Hate to be american, get away from experiments
Cause the truths in the pyramids
Cause we all fucking immigrants

And you're lying through your filaments
Lay back if you drink a bit
And indulge in the nigga shit
This is real nigga rhetoric
Dissolve all the simple shit, play a different game
It's too easy to be ignorant
Lay back, think a bit

Smoking good, looking good
Girlfriend, what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a look
A nigga never, ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking good
Mind and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the
Bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's louboutin, too

Boy, I must be dreaming
The way you got me speaking
Hope that I'm not tripping because
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do
One time, one time for my niggas of the indigo
Two times, two times for my ladies that are not a ho
One time, one time for my niggas of the indigo
All I do is think about you
Now light it up, light it up, you know what to do

Angel, want me for my peso
Telling other niggas you ain't never gonna wait
So I smash in the range rove
Beat beat then I add her to the payroll
Smoke another dub with a cousin and a bro
But I won't say it slow
Missing, representing the people that won't grow
So I carry lethal weapons that beat you through postal
Where the foes go, where we ever gon' go?

To the highest of the horus eye
Fuck thoughts I am going 'til there's no reply
Flatline, I get lost 'n bossed
Metal cup passed it first
Never parked the cars
We ain't boston, nigga
Ransom, nigga
We're on some now so explain it to me, nigga
I don't really know but gold