Smino — SPINZ

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Yeah, this sound like noir, noir, noir, noir

It was gruesome, what we grew from
But we grew some in the end
Ain’t enough to be where you from
Had to be mixed with some Indian
Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clicquot
It leaked over, drunk sex once again
Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up
Can’t sleep, done got the spins

Tell me what is it is, lil’ bae
Is it how I make it drip, make it drip, drip?
Breakin’ right through your Palasades
You not gon’ ride that fence, is you is? Or is you ain’t?
Apply that to anything, as long as I can memory
White diamonds with the blackface, cultural appropriate
Sour, you can smell that from across the way
Smokin’ Hadouken, yeah, on that Kamehameha
That’s just how we stay up, stay up, ask my neighbor, neighbor
Niggas solid ’til you liquidated, I’ve never been that way, I swear
You feel just like a Saturday
I might just roll a zip on your hips, but first
Tell me the truth
What would you do for my love?
I bet you would shoot out the Jag, right?
You’d let me crash ’til my bag right
You see this cup in my hand, I’m
’Bout to end up seein’ twins, I
Hope you still fuck with me if I
I… (*Throws up*)

It was gruesome, what we grew from
But we grew some in the end
Ain’t enough to be were you from
Had to be mixed with some Indian
Shawty say she creole, I crack the Clicquot
It leaked over, drunk sex once again
Get my no fatigue on, until I tip over, tree rolled up
Can’t sleep, done got the spins

Lost in the sauce like the chip broke (Off)
I was fucked up, down to my last four (Dollars)
Dollars, barely eatin’, sleepin’ at the studio
But last night I fucked a bitch so cute she need a movie role (Me)
Robbery or lottery, feel like that’s how it’s gotta be
I never felt so unlucky, no, never
No one understands my brain, I numb my mind on novocaine
You said that you would love me forever

Goddamn, uh, I can take you down to the… to the, to the store. I’m like, «What you talk—you ’bout to—what you talkin’ ’bout?» He… you know, down here, it’s just… you go to the corner store you gon’ find somebody. Like, we, we dip. So we ride hella far to this corner store and post. Shit was lookin’ bleak. Then we, then we just go somewhere else and we just post again… Memphis Bleek. Then Smi just hop out like, and some just random security guard niggas and he’s just like, «Ayy, you know where some green at?» Dudes was like, «Hot damn»