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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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Ahh
Ahh

If you vibrate low 
Don't bumble-bum-buzz my way
Sweet money, heavy on the hunnids
Honey come have yo' way
Shit, you're so damn funny
I could just laugh all day, ha-ha-ha-ha

You live in the past, that's why ya dome heavy
All the nostalgia caught me sloppy
The future unknown but all this preparin'
It got me anxiety, fire up the za-zy
Feel more pleasant in the present
Smoke my resin, get my rest in
I ain't been pickin' the phone up
Leave me alone I'm in California 
Tryna get on I wanna go home
Just take a moment it's amazing, yeah (take a moment it's amazing)
Take a moment and embrace it slowly (take a moment and embrace it)
Everything you ever want and spoke out loud 
It just popped up in ya face, lil' homie 
(It just popped ya in face, lil homie)
Imagine me takin' this for granted, granted (homie)
My garden lady said the future is now (homie)
Gotta water the odds so we can even shit out (homie)
Shawty, what are the odds that we can work this shit out?

Namaste for a while
Hey, where you going so fast?
Things you rush won't last
Caught up, got so caught up
Felt so stupid (stupid)
Got so caught up
Dumb, dumb doofus (doofus)
Hey, don't blame yourself

If you vibrate low 
Don't bumble-bum-buzz my way (caught up)
Sweet money, heavy on the hunnids
Honey come have yo' way
Shit, you're so damn funny
I could just laugh all day, ha-ha-ha-ha

Shit wicked right now, nigga 
And y'all tryna giggle
A lot of this shit ain't funny, nigga

You lost me and you 'cause I lost me in you, I'm exhausted
Really the truth is I offered too much I done turned to a voucher
For your actions and mine like they actually combined 
Got your back you got mine
On yo' mattress braining me really attached to ya spine
Ghetto and gorgeous she like it, my casanegroe's invited
Ball my fist up the tightest they thought I caught arthritis
Wrote it composed it and sold it, Ethiopia signed it
Got them steppas' beside me, my brothers just like the Isley's
Still I don't promote violence
I like 'em bow-legged and country with something to eat
I'm invited to ya OG house
'Cause she like what that boy right there be singing 'bout
And she don't want her daughter with them goofys no how
Imagine me taking this for granted
Imagine me taking this for-

Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress (stress, stress, stress, stress)
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin' no-
Ay, cuz
This groove, man
Ay, man, grandma just got her knee surgery
Told me to hit you, she need something to dance to (dance to)

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