Smino, theMIND - Edgar Allan Poe'd Up lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino, theMIND - Edgar Allan Poe'd Up lyrics]
My heart on my sleeve boom boom-ka boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
Stoned like a path through gardens
Green plants, nigga a botanist
Soon as I get the deposit
Loud man, liquor regardless
Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
No plan, movin' with no brain
Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
Same old cycle of trife, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
Thank God for that body god for this bottle
She a Coca-Cola copy and she know Smino Papi
Gon' be feenin' for her head game crackin'
She a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll
No time to butter you up
My heart on my sleeve boom boom-ka boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to talk
About my feeling in here any, meeny
Miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
Said lately she been sitting on
The mountain of fear of what?
May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
Talking bout your people's and expect
Me to sit and listen
And they don't even like my ass
I know, I know my bad
Big trouble in little China
She say can't even kill a nigga
Wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape
Dammit where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking
Walk you ass thru that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cut throat
And a heart don't mean shit
If you ain't using it
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah the Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
Stoned like a path through gardens
Green plants, nigga a botanist
Soon as I get the deposit
Loud man, liquor regardless
Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
No plan, movin' with no brain
Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
Same old cycle of trife, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
Thank God for that body god for this bottle
She a Coca-Cola copy and she know Smino Papi
Gon' be feenin' for her head game crackin'
She a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll
No time to butter you up
My heart on my sleeve boom boom-ka boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to talk
About my feeling in here any, meeny
Miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
Said lately she been sitting on
The mountain of fear of what?
May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
Talking bout your people's and expect
Me to sit and listen
And they don't even like my ass
I know, I know my bad
Big trouble in little China
She say can't even kill a nigga
Wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape
Dammit where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking
Walk you ass thru that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cut throat
And a heart don't mean shit
If you ain't using it
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah the Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father