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Smino - Curtains (Lyric Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Smino
Smino
Chant
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Chant
Phoelix
Phoelix
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cory Henry
Cory Henry
Paroles/Composition
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Smino
Smino
Ingénierie de prise de son
monte booker
monte booker
Production
Cory Henry
Cory Henry
Production
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Ingénierie de mixage
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

6 a.m. the sun comin' up, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit, now what I'm sayin'? I can't lie to y'all niggas I got to tell y'all, you know what I'm sayin'? The real, you know? Yeah, uh Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God low-key in the bravado (uh) My body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) 'Cause we hardly scratching the surface I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this That got me goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black, so, we blackin' out Like curtains for certain, I check my account Buy my granddaddy house, and passin' it down Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high (I'm talkin' 50 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high (I'm talkin' 50 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Gang, yeah This that rigatoni past, I put everythin' in this Put canaries on my wrist So they can sing about me while the world around me drownin' I was fried like a fish Weighed it on my scale, and well it wasn't worth the wait, heavy on the bullshit Talkin' karate 'bout me, I just chuckle at the nunchuck, you dumb fucks lucky I bought the big ol' body with the pretty wheels Riding with the ones from when it was ugly Shawty jawbone so strong I can give her a Now & Later she'll blow a bubble No, we do not run nor pop gums Nigga trident, and we blow his (pop) Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God low-key in the bravado My body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this That got me goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold, and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black, so, we blackin' out Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my granddaddy house, and passin' it down Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high (I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high (I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride) Uh, if Amiri redid the American flag (what?) It still wouldn't swag Still feel like they holding that shit over our head (I do) Whenever it wag Okay, fuck out your feelings, and get you some bread (go get it) Goin' through Hell meant hittin' my head Somehow, them knots manifested to knots in my pockets and knots on the bowtie pasta at Issima Bon Appétit with my partners The people come greet me, my eyes on Konnichiwa Tribe on go and we keep Tiki 'round for any of the tweaky ones Young globetrotter, how the fuck y'all people know me out in Incheon? Ordained orchestrator runnin' with the bands Nigga feel like Dr. Lee or somethin' Been a while, really been a while I just needed time just to s-s-s-slow it down (slow it down) I been trying time for my m-m-mind In my mind, oh mama, oh my God (God) You don't know what it been like I was cheering for myself on the damn sidelines Inside, always inside And these peanut butter seats Ooh, you motherfuckin' right Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God low-key in the bravado (uh) My body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this That got me goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black (yeah), so, we blackin' out Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my granddaddy house, and passin' it down Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth God lowkey in the bravado My body the booth Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive Don't need a dermatologist, I got this That got me goin', fuck is we goin'? (Yeah) Baby, blindfold and point Reach for the stars (yeah), but don't reach for my guys I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black (yeah), so, we blackin' out Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah) Buy my granddaddy house, and passin' it down And one, one, there's one thing about your performance that I've always been admirin' You engage with people You move them You direct them You know what I mean? (Yeah) They hear you, and they move with you You know what I mean? See what I mean And, and, it's just like, this boy, and excuse me for calling you boy (Forever) yeah But, it's like, he have, he have, he's got that aura about him that he can take people places Okay y'all, my lil' cousin gon' sing this next song I get my fruit from the source My answers from the master who guides my spirit I get my fruit from the source Answers from the masters who guides all my ways I been on my way I been on my way, love On my way (way there I been on my way there) I been on my way (mhm) I been on my way
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil, Cory Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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