Smino - Donny Outthaway lyrics

[Smino - Donny Outthaway lyrics]

Ooh, ooh, yeah yeah, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah yeah, oh yeah

And I just float in this bitch, like a Parade
Feelin' like Ghost I admit, I'm on the James
St patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway
(It's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eyes stay low, like the night tide
But tell 'em I ain't tired (No, no)
1942 my stamina
Don't you dare give me those eyes
Fuck up the whole vibe (Bitch)
I don't do energy leeches (No)
Niggas think you can't do it
'cause they can't do it
Faded in the bleachers (Woi)
Drivin' down Bermuda Road
Nigga gas tank was on Ether
Twenty miles an hour creepin'
'cause you know how Ferguson police is
Love my bish to pieces
I gave her a piece of me (On God)
Hat on the fro like Smeazy E
This shit easy to me (On God)
And regionally, they love this country shit
From Compton to Middle'uh East
I came through the back door
It is what it be
Wasn't none of this given to me
I be thinkin' lot more 'bout
The system I beat
Than 'bout what I did to a beat

And I just float in this bitch, like a Parade
Feelin' like Ghost I admit, I'm on the James
St patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway
(It's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hahaha

Baby i heard you was lookin' for me
Uh huh, uh huh
Well the last place you had me was fucked up
(Bitch)

Shit, all we do is break records
Then break bread and get late breakfast
(Ooh wee)
Rise up like them crossaints (Okay)
Butter lil baby up and then get
Right back to some more funds (Hater)
"Who is that boy in that truck?
That window half cracked
Them nappy naps flap in the wind
And why it look like my hoe wan' jump in?
And why he lookin' back? What
The fuck y’all friends, huh?"
Nigga it's me, yeah (Me sir)
That's S-M, double E, Z-Y
Used to keep a gram stuffed up in the Levi's
(I did) and now it's thirty grand stuffed
In the LV tons (You dig?)
My city came a long way from "Andale EI"
(We did)
Twenty years later now it's "Andale Smi" now
(Okay) and I got love for Mo that's big bro
He got love for me y’all
How long is he gon' go, I don't know
I guess 'til the beat stop and then we back

Everybody wanna get on, get known
Talk about a fuckin' mental syndrome
Got me sittin' back like "Uh huh, hell nah"
President look like Love & Hip-Hop
Crocodile tears, allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote, shit, fuck around don't
Workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Work, workin' on a world where
I can govern my own
Everybody wanna get on, get known
Talk about a fuckin' mental syndrome
Got me sittin' back like "Uh huh, hell nah"
President look like Love & Hip-Hop
Crocodile tears, allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote, shit, fuck around don't
Workin' on a world where I can govern my
Workin' on a
Workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Workin' on a world where I can govern my
Workin' on a
Workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Workin' on a world where I

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