(Verse 1)
Cause we’re floating in a ball in this thing called space
Unsure if we evolved from religion or apes
But we go about our days just complaining it’s not fair
And the funny thing is no one even knows how we got here
Swore the Earth was flat, but it’s proven it’s one sphere
We’re over in Iraq, but our motives are unclear
I ain’t a genius, but I know I ain’t stupid
Just a passivist who seems to have grown from his nuisance
Just a passionate MC who puts his soul in his music
With a graduates degree that I don’t know what to do with
It’s all a big joke, that’s why I don’t give two shits
While others sit at home on their phones and don’t do shit
Cause we ain’t living to work, we’re working to live
That’s why I’m either marking a verse, or serving a bid
Slaves to the ways of an impractical White House
Just pawns in this game living laughable lifestyles
(Hook)
So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge
And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose
And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road
And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked
And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
(Verse 2)
So I analyze life while I’m passing these blunts
And haven’t had a genuine smile in actual months
But I told my father I was ready to blow
And promised to always keep my best days ahead of me so
Yo, I hear the baseline and rhyme with haste
So I don’t waste time, cause I ain’t got time to waste
I’m just tryna get by and hoping I don’t get screwed
Living like the whole world’s waiting on my next move
I puff pot and I rap for pleasure
And get by at these jobs with sarcastic effort
Learn from experience, get better equipped
Ain’t nothing come free kids, we ain’t guaranteed shit
Except death, so try not to get stressed
You ain’t promised your next breath so you mine as well get sessed
Cause everybody’s got their go to medicine
And I don’t judge much but just don’t do heroine
Just smoke pot, I promise you won’t die
You probably gon’ vibe, add bop into your stride
Cause you can thrive if you choose to pursue it
And the first step’s to just stop talking and do it
(Hook)
So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge
And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose
And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road
And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked
And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
(Verse 3)
Yo I was raised with the mentality of “fuck that” “free speech”
So no I ain’t ever giving up that easy
I’m calm, but I swear that somebody’s gon’ get killed
If I start a morning with an orange slip on my windshield
Like fuck cops, real problems they don’t solve
Still poverty gon’ strive, economy gon’ flop
Survive or you gon’ die, they profit off our lives
These are all signs I’ve spotted with both eyes
Abusing privileges they strip and they search
Like giving a promiscuous jerk permission to flirt
They’re supposed to serve and protect and search for a threat
But instead they work for a check and burden the rest
Fuck Em, they ain’t concerned, they ain’t phased, they ain’t care
It’s like car tires soon they’ll have us paying for air
Yeah, that’s why people get high and they sniff coke
Cause most live with little to slim hope, it’s a sick joke
So don’t stress it’ll make you grow furious
The worst thing you could ever do is take a joke serious
My best advice would be to try to find some weed to smoke
Cause until they day you see the joke, you gon’ be the joke
(Hook)
So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge
And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose
And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road
And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked
And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke
Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke
(Verse 4)
Sometimes you just gotta relax with the imagery
Sometimes you gotta sit back and laugh at your misery
So raise the mic height to my level
You only get one life right, so why settle?
You ever notice when your habits are drugs
How a bunch of bad shit always happens at once
Went from retail, weed packing pot on my breaks
To working landscaping, weed whacking rocks in my face, ahh
So yeah I’m gonna write flows and go get stoned
And no I can’t receive videos on my flip phone
Man I should get a ‘I could give a shit’ wrist tat
And give spliffs and six packs in Christmas gift wrap
I’ve gone my whole life playing all these damn games
People think I give a shit, we ain’t on the same page
It’s all love, but the luck still gon’ stay
It’s like the road to life is uphill, both ways
Cause even optimism loses the odds
We’re all at the expense of the sense of humor of God
So live life don’t let life live you
And go along with the joke or the joke’s on you
(Bridge)
So when you’re running out of weed
It’s All Parta Da Joke
And when you can’t afford to eat
It’s All Parta Da Joke
And when your tank’s on E
It’s All Parta Da Joke
It’s All Parta Da Joke
It’s All Parta Da Joke
And when your boss let’s you go
It’s All Parta Da Joke
And when you’ve lost all your doe
It’s All Parta Da Joke
And when you walk and stub your toe
It’s All Parta Da Joke
It’s All Parta Da Joke
It’s All Parta Da Joke
So I Smoke
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
