Father Son Holy Smoke [explicit] Lyrics - Smino

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) 

Dreams really, hood vivid 

Daddy want a Chevy with the wood in it 

Momma, we can pull up in the woods with it 

Woah, woah, woah 

Midnight moon make your whole soul glow 

Je m'appelle Smino papi yeah 

Me don't wanna hurt no body, yeah 

We just want my people thriving, yeah 

Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures 

I'm learning to teach my kids about agriculture 

F.D.A approving murder burgers 

The bullets ain't the only thing that hurt us 

We're really all supposed to serve a purpose 

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Smoke in the mirror I can't see 

I've just been looking for saline 

Solutions and ways these ways these days 

Lay your head down on me baby 

Coconut oil on my grey tee 

But it's cool, you know, cause it's you 

Where I'm from, bro, all we know 

We get bread, pull up, nigga show me 

Runnin' up the check like some fucking roshes 

Ain't about the check, nigga don't approach me 

You know this ain't nothing new 

The cops all capser, slide on fool 

Clap, clap then cha, cha real smooth 

Get their PR on the news 

Oh, lemme stop 

Hop in the booth and eject the top 

Thot in the booth, boy, I'm bound to pop 

Ratchet and righteous, we all we got 

Shout out my momma, she never judge me 

Even told me I'm cute when I know I'm ugly 

Shout the ones all, now only God control me 

Smoking nowadays, I always need three to hold me 

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The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

Came from the concrete, breakin' the concrete 

Still on the conquest, feeling incomplete 

The Father, Son wimme, I can conquer all things 

That smoke be so holy 

I grew up Northside city, you know 

You really gotta show me for a nigga to know 

I been 'round the Chi, LA, NY to the bay 

But Lou' still feel like home 

Jackie Chan when I land every time 

They be saying every line, goddamn 

They demand a reprise, goddamn 

Let me hear you one time, say yeah 

Grandma preaching 'bout Ephesians 

'Til it beat into our DNA 

Cuzzo addicted to the liq' 

Visually it had me thinkin' differently 

Everybody different, 'cause it ain't like he didn't listen 

It's just the cards he was dealt out the deck 

Remy on deck, we lit like a kitchen 

Free Shorty Blood, Free Unc forever, got life 

I been bearing with that since a cub 

Got all this pack on me, this just my luggage 

Smino stone, miss Angie, my big cousin 

Stones on the bottom teeth, I put the slugs in 

That's just religion 

Shit we've been dreaming since children 

Been steady appearin' 

Gearing up 

Glass glass smeared up 

Roads clearin' up 

Smoke in the mirror I can't see 

I've just been looking for saline 

Solutions and ways these ways these days 

Lay your head down on me baby 

Coconut oil on my grey tee 

But it's cool, you know, cause it's you 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

The Father, the Son 

The Holy Smoke that cool my mind 

I found me a bomb 

That Nova Scotia blew my mind 

Smoke, smoke, smoke