Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Vocals
theMIND
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Zarif Wilder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
My heart on my sleeve (Boom-boom-ka-boom)
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me (Ka-doosh, da-doosh-da)
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was nine
Stoned like a path through gardens
Green plants, **** a botanist
Soon as I get a 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' so mundane
Same old circle of trifle, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
Till lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
I thank God for that body
God for this bottle, she a Coca-Cola copy
And she know Smino papi
Gon' be fiendin' for her, yeah-yeah
Head game crackin', she a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll, no time to butter you up (No, no, no, no, no, no)
My heart on my sleeve (Boom-boom-ka-boom)
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me (Ka-doosh, da-doosh-da)
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was nine
So, I don't really wanna talk about my feelings in here
Any meeny, miny mo-mo-mo-mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle, now she's countin' her tears
She say lately she been sitting on a mountain of fear
Of what?
Maybe I can't open up to your inquisitions
Talk about your people 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 she can't even kill a **** wit' kindness
Heart lost on mixtape, dammit, where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking
Walk your ass through that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cutthroat
And your heart don't mean shit
If you ain't using it, ain't using it
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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Yeah, yeah
'Cause the Father, the Father, Father
The Father, Father, Father, Father
Daddy!
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Christopher Smith Jr., Zarif Wilder