Menu - Smino

Moonlight disrupt the day, been like this every night (walking in stumbling) Fucked up some bread today, though I said no no this time (cycles on cycles) It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night Pass me the amphetamine, right now, can't focus on anything Why they take lil' bro instead of me? I hurt when you hurt, we was siamese Nigga was 17, when I found out what that cheddar mean Rats'll bite holes through the wall to get close Watch for their trail, man they always be close Back-a-wood rolla, really a smoker This louder than when you drive on the shoulder Stomp on the gas 'til I'm blowin' the motor Can't 'ford to sit with my thoughts or it's over Really but luckily, I got a real one, she fuck wit me Shawty, she yellow, yeah keep me on my toes, stay mellow She deserve a fucking ring I'm off the sedatives Amphetamine I don't know where I'm headed Don't know where I'm headed Sedatives Amphetamine Sedatives I don't know where I'm headed Don't know where I'm headed Moonlight disrupt the day, been like this every night (walking in stumbling) Fucked up some bread today, though I said no no this time (cycles on cycles) It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night Moonlight disrupt the day, been like this every night (walking in stumbling) Fucked up some bread today, though I said no no this time (cycles on cycles) It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night I'm off the sedatives Amphetamine I don't know where I'm headed Don't know where I'm headed Sedatives Amphetamine (amphetamine) Sedatives I don't know where I'm headed Don't know where I'm headed No God damn, Phoe' Swn, swn, swn, swn, swn Ay Krash kourse into the world, this insular world The culture vultures flock in every sense of the word My nose can sniff the shit out, but I'm never deterred, hu Never be scurred, scored through the downs, first and third Grandaddy spittin', ain't nothing new bout the system 'Cause how they do me they did him, appropriating the fellas Sucking the fruit from my elders Don't give a Chuck bout no Berry, they rather listen to Elvis Woah, mama And these kids know better, uh, I'm grand like abuela, uh More hands than Coachella, uh, lil' hoe it's whatever, uh Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce No niggas jammed off the reggie, free all my dogs, fuck Kruella Nigga need cream, vanilla, ele-vate Coconut Beamer, oiled up, switching lanes Chocolate interior, that's a belly ache I done went Murda Mike, on the may-ha-hoo, uh She on the payroll, he on the payroll I want the queso, I want the caseload She do what I say so, now She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo Back when I was broke, I had to pour that Bacardi slow Now I'm on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh I used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I'm thinking bout when it was me and you, baby Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I think of me and you I don't know what's better, I won't say what's worse Pen is like a needle when I bleed these words I could make a blessing if I spit this verse That's why I be retching 'til I rid my curse Black it be the sweetest, secrecy up in the frequencies That's why you feel the need to look at me like I'm a deity Duality is key, you see, that I'm seein' you seein' me So now we seeing equally, and that don't happen easily Needlessly to say, I hate that we're meeting this way Feel like I packed up to go, 'bout a week ago I don't know if I switch my flow, I might tap into the pinnacles I'm sellin' syllables, I'm losing principles Lurkin', searching for miracles, hurtin' workmen, curtain closed Earn a million dollars just to owe it to some imbeciles If they tell me no, I be dumb, all I hear is go Crossfire coming but I'm pigeon-toed, winter froze I done went Murda Mike, on the may-ha-hoo, uh She on the payroll, he on the payroll I want the queso, I want the caseload She do what I say so, now She fucked up, yeah, she might do the Fabo Send that RIP, out yeah, and that shit for Shawty Lo Back when I was broke, I had to pour that Bacardi slow Now I'm on the board, niggas salty like margaritas, ooh I used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I'm thinking bout when it was me and you, baby Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I think of me and you Cunning linguistics Punishing puns Pumping the petro, gas in my lungs Loving the low times, higher than a mug Up in the cabinet Imagine a baby reaching his hands up to grab it A pipe done busted in heaven And got to leaking out blessings Reaching my hands up to grab it Re'in my bands up Uh, uh Sunny metropolis, overzealous as telefone Telefone a new continent, maybe rode me a rocket ship Copper all on my dash, and he ticket that lady optimist Said I'm moving too fast, slow down, slow down Opened up for Lauryn Hill, woah now-woah now, woah now Everything is everything and the object steady mystified My allegories underneath the rock will only fear resides I bet I'm gon' find it, I know I'm gon' find it Happiness, bank account, white accountant I found the fountain I was born in all black, how could God denounce this? I told Him, "Give me my money, I need my money now" Thank you Jesus, whoever you are I know you gifted me the gift of gab and simile And simpleness, the solitude is loneliness been good to me I told them, "Give me my happy, I need my holy now" Thank you Jesus, whoever you are Thank you Jesus, whoever you are

Bitch, I look good Oh my gosh, I look good Bitch, I touch the ground Ooh, I touch the ground, touch the ground Bitch, I look good Oh my gosh, I look good Bitch, I touch the ground Ooh, I touch the ground, touch the ground Ooh, don't let it down, you better keep it up Aw, aw, come on, aw, come on, aw We like them girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep (and'nem, and'nem, and'nem) We like them girls with thе—, girls with the—, them girls with the- (girls, lovin' all thеm girls) Girls with the-, girls with the—, them girls with the-, girls with the- (in the whole wide world, we love all them girls) Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, she bald Let's get it, the pussy hit different Set it to "regular-degular" Never impressin' her, wanna restrict her I mess with her head when I'm textin' her Know she ain't mine, I'm like, "who pussy is it?" She know enough people in places I'm seein' her, makin' her second decisions Mm, mm, mm, bad bitch braid my scalp My old bitch wanna come back, said, "nah" But I'm glad that she reached out ("shit, thanks for callin'") Ooh, cool, mm, whip it like Tyrese (skrrt) I been doin' magic, hit a tall girl on my tippy-toes Still no crease (baby, baby), on my shoes, call it my heritage 'Cause I rock Forces, stood on force, shit, the hernia ain't for me (ooh, ah, ooh, ah, come on) Now every time she put that ass up in the air I put one in the air That's because I'm stressin' 'bout some bullshit, this week, don't care (Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, come on) Now every time she put that ass up in the air I put one in the air That's because I'm stressin' 'bout some bullshit, this week, I don't care Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep We like them- Diamonds is yellow, the chain on Modelo My foot on the pedal, the hood in the meadow I'm good in the ghetto, the booty on Jell-O The cootie on pharaoh, the spirit on terror The studio narrow, the cap us and bury The cap is incredible, waist is so Mrs. Incredible Face the credible black bitch Set bitch, bad bitch, federal, bombastic bitch I got several high fashion shit on my pedestal She's a pro freak, Angelina like Jolie Santeria, white beau sheep, purified and her soul clean I need her, no quittin', no Quentin Tarantino No fishin', that click, Aquafina Pulp fiction, nose ring, nose bleeder Dark tint, 'fore seen her, ain't seen her Now you see it, now you don't Shawty, let me get it, up-and-up, but don't, don't Lady in the street, lady in the song Wetter than the beach, tighter than the Bronx I see her, I see like Sia, bad bitches in Osteria We like Via, I see ya, I see ya, I need her, I need her, I do We like the girls with the-, we like the girls with the- We like the pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep Girls with the good grease, girls with the gold teeth Pro freak but she get ghetto at the fried deep We like them- Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (pro freak) Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (we like them-) Oh, shit, haha, woah Still bouncin' all my demons (different) Bounced it go 'head so we can dabble this (different, different) Locked in, I walked in with the keys on me (different, different) I been actin' (different) I done turned my mouth into a tabernacle (different) Made her wanna lick all on my Adam Apple (different) Fly to Jamaica, now she goin' natural (different, ooh, ah) Baby, that's (different) Radio won't play me 'cause I radiate (different) See moon, nigga, but I feel a lil' (different) See moon, nigga, but I f- (different) Huh, I'm up all night on the psychies I do it by myself in my Nikes 'Member when this shit was all exciting Now my heroes do this shit just like me Spider-Man mean, Peter Park the coupe (skrrt) Everything green like Dr. Seuss, sir You ain't part of shit, you a particle, sir The bass hit hard like a tooth loose Baby too wet, need rice for the couscous I ain't took a flight all year, still trippy Big satellite on the roof, wave Cripsy Nigga, all the figures see fish, they with me Tell me how you got all them opinions about me Nigga oughta thank Smi' for lettin' this bitch breathe Semi-automatic how she bustin' when a nigga callin' Call of duty, shawty keep it in the tale 'fore 'bout her Different

You are One in 3 million greed killing me, got a taste for you Like Popeye's, crispy wings, extra Kajun, special 'cassion Drive thru, let me serve you Serve you up, lift your skirt Swerve your curves, hit the herbs Hmmm, it's a virtue, find your chill on the real Drama kills, tryna build, ooh Dollar bill uh Dollar bill Oohhh Thinking bout my tub mans Tryna stack for 2022 Still regretting what you didn't do Please don't tell me what i shouldn't do Ooh It's a youth world Dumb girls with smart phones Lame, scum bumb niggas gassed for what they got on Member when niggas got they respect For how day put on And bitches ain't like bein called bitches Its different These days i feel like an electrician Cause chickens be licking all on da cord To be extensions Main shockingly bad Electrocute really And if her friends wanna hop in da bed Da rubber glove wit me You are One in 3 million greed killing me, got a taste for you Like Popeye's, crispy wings, extra Kajun, special 'cassion Drive thru, let me serve you Serve you up, lift your skirt Swerve your curves, hit the herbs Hmmm, it's a virtue, find your chill on the real Drama kills, tryna build, ooh There's no use for hesitation Or for u to think twice, When it comes to happiness You gotta do what you like I got no advice for u do what you like to do There's no use for hesitation Or for u to think twice, When it comes to happiness You gotta do what you like I got no advice for u do what you like to do I got no advice for u do what you like to do I got no advice for u do what you like to do Do what u like to do

Knock, knock, knock Loud knockin' Good weed knockin' at your door Fuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fuck Oh, shit, she wanna coop up No weak shit Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Huh These girls say, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?" I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl, I'm outta your space" And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticin' gains My only goal, get everythin' I want, then give it away Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate We just doin' this shit for the babes (ooh-ooh) Please s'cuse, that's what all this passion in me, got me drillin' and shakin' You are not sеt in stone, all that shit that you wrote wrote in pеncil and crayon (crayon) I'm goin' Crayola, get- I'm goin' Crayola, get high as Jay Hova Get my final say from the seance My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel is my Beyoncé-ance Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum Don't got what you see, I'm connected like seam Cards that they dealt made a king out of him Fried as fuck, Friday night (friday night) Drivin' hot as fuck (hot as fuck) Ain't got no license (ain't got no lice) I got all this stuff (I got all this stuff) Stuff on my mind (stuff on my mind) Fried as fuck, Friday night Drivin' hot as fuck Ain't got no license I got all this stuff (all this stuff) Stuff on my mind One, two, three, four, fifth cup in My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party (party) Send hoes on my side, I been havin' these hoes on they toes like Crocs (sell it) Ironic the pot, what's the Crock? Brought the sauce in the stu and this bitch breathin' fire (yeah-yeah) Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp But the spurs on that bih we outside (horses) The goal wasn't guap, it was makin' more opportunities and opps Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides (god damn) I really feel more community than comp', 'round here we got motion My bih ride around to Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes) My bro ride around with explosives (mo-mo-mo) I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost And I can't be a mirror to somethin', that dog on the street that I go through Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so Okay, Jose, I'm on Cuervo Been afflicted, feel like J.Lo Just wanna lay low, sometimes Sometimes, I find that I'm just complainin', plainin' Sometimes, I find the time to get wasted (sometimes)