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Smino

Christopher Smith Jr (born October 2, 1991), better known by his stage name, Smino, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer from St. Louis, Missouri. Smino is a co-founder of the musical collective Zero Fatigue with Bari, Monte Booker, Jay2, and Ravyn Lenae. He is signed to independent label Downtown Records. Smino initially gained local recognition in 2012 where he released a mixtape called Smeezy Dot Com, and a collaboration mixtape with Bari called Retail. In 2015, he released two EPs: S!Ck S!Ck S!Ck and blkjuptr.His debut studio album, blkswn was released to critical acclaim on March 14, 2017. His second studio album, NØIR, was released on November 8, 2018. more »

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It was a stormy winter
I watched the city burn
And ever since I can remember
That's just the way it hurts
And it goes on and on and on
Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all

Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

They cut my palms with paper
Made from her Autumn leaves
I'm bleedin' out disclaimers
Into my family tree
F*ck the interviews to enterprise
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be, yeah

Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

When the sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top)
Pull up on you just like a sock
Come and ride we wian't even gotta talk
Yeah, yeah, YEBBA

Yeah, but I was 'posed to made it by now (uh-oh)
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh)
Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh)
Yeah, but I was tryna to it right now (uh-oh, right now)
And we was growin' up in the town (uh-oh)
Where they never showed love to the brown (uh-huh)
Twenty-four hours ain't enough time (uh-huh)
I was fightin', throwin' hands with the clock (uh-oh)
Never been sweet, no honeycomb (oh, oh)
Money gone, granny gone, run along (whoa, oh)
City burn, pin it on Pentagon (oh, oh)
Can't make it up, no Revlon (whoa, oh)
Shit bubble up, RevRun (oh, oh)
Had a episode, this a re-run (oh, oh)
And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend"
Told God that I felt like a stepson (oh)
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh
Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh
Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs
Nowadays the distance hit me hard
I admit, I'm addicted to livin' large
One, three, five, seven, beat the odds

Put it in my Louie Bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now (now)
La, da-da, da-da, da
Da-da-da-da, da-da

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