Listen I, I don't believe in maybe, prolly. Only off, and on, overthinking had me idle. Kiss my dice, and throw, this Remy got my gut on fire. I gotta drive home still, one eye open.
Run it up, run it up, baby, run it up. Run it up, run it up, baby, run it up. Run it up, run it up, baby. Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow. Run it up, run it up, baby, run it up.
Where I was growing up. They called coroner. Around the corner. Every morning. Where the fuck Tom Joyner?. No fair, it ain't fair how. The murder rate.
Right now I'm on 10%. Room spins. Got the Hen in my blood. Like insulin. Sugar I'm up. Dancing still. Every chance that I get. Did it big like a Texas whip.
Walking light on these glass flows. My tippy's, I'm toe up. You know what, I'm thinking. I think. I think I made you too special. You took me, you shook me, you shh me.
Kiss my pendant. Point to the sky. And swing like Sammy. My gold skin like. Who the fuck want a Grammy?. Put my bullshit in a box. And let it burn like candles.
Good riddance. Shawty she be comin off the top. Like some good writtens. Pulpittin'. Every time I speak, where the deacons?. Need a good witness. (Preach, nigga).
Boom, boom, boom, Sminoshima. Sminova Scotia, beam on 'em. Aw they hate it when you smile nah. They lactose tolerant, I cheese on 'em. Smino compadre, speak up.
On the road, on the road, on the road, yeah. It's on the road, on the road. We still going. (Woah). . Came for awards need plenty. Gift of gab, devil dangling on yo shoulder shimmy.
I just wanna feel. Like my favorite artist still real. Like my daddy still a superhero. Used to wanna be on. 106 and Park and talk to Free. Ol' pretty fine ass shoot the b-roll.
Lemme cut on this. Anita ('nita!). I need her (I need her!). So flee don't flea from me. (Serving them looks cold as). Ice cream. (Shoulders). Chocolate (go).
[Chorus: Smino]. This that cold flow, smoke ho. Bad bitch cut-throat. Club for the night, woah. Nympho, ten fold. Don't care, long hair. Coat fur, chauffeur.
8 piece. With the grape drink. On the side it's. Fried hard with the muthafuckin' fries, bitch. . (Aye, did the J-Kwon vocals come in yet, bruh?). . JD, do you love Smi?.
[Intro]. Just got the muhfuckin' Popeyes. 5 piece with the Cajun Sparkle and the mashed potatoes. Shit, mmm. . [Verse 1]. I be running, running, running a relay.
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One, two. One two three four!. . ì. I pour the Hen all the time. She say she rather do wine. I say it's grapes either way. Plus I heard about you through the grapevine, yeah.
Sometimes I gotta get away, get away. Wake up at dawn with the main bang. I don't do. Sublime, I tell her straight away, straight away. D go deeper than an 808, boom boom boom.
Yea yea yea. Woah woah woah. Bang bang bang bang (bang). And we just want to be wanted. Running from real life perfect persona. Fucked up the real life wanna be wasted.
Yo, I'm just tryna make my mama proud. My daddy rich. And my little nigga something to look up to, that's real. You feel, you feel?. . Sometimes I feel like I should fast more.
Listen I, I don't believe in maybe, prolly. Only off, and on, overthinking had me idle. Kiss my dice, and throw, this Remy got my gut on fire. I gotta drive home still, one eye open.