Maybe In Nirvana (Explicit) - Smino

Lyrics by：Christopher Smith Jr

Composed by：Christopher Smith Jr

Paint one black and bump it then take the black up woah

Woah woah got me ****** up

Every day another style lay baby flat like some Chucks

Hah

Damn haha

Smoke make me float like a butterfly skrrt like a Bimmer

She wanna be mine I told her "Gotta be mindful"

Pussy want me supine so beat the thing like a conga

Maybe in Nirvana we can maybe be somethin'

Just see not for long

I mean I might got some love in the back but

Baby

I only can rent it out

See what I'm sayin'?

Or a lease at least it's me

Ain't my mama fault thе way I talk I talk ooh

I talk I talk mama

I don't pop beans brown in the coffee cup

Not for me mama

I got my margin up and then I ran the Marges up

I did

I'm gettin' green on top of cheese ***** my parsley up

***** my I did

Lit the party up

Told lil' baby to get some bottles

She look like she tryin' to skedaddle

Swim in lil' baby no paddle

Wow

You pass my blunt back canoe 'Noe you're ******* rude

You're rude

Before I lose my cool baby lose your shoes

Lose shoes

And kick back the pack petroleum that ass protrude

Glue glue

I'm glued Gorilla Number Four

Bape on my back might topple over

Harajuku tag breaker landscaper bag raker

Me and my mans on a drag race until the holy land

Like a butterfly skrrt like a Bimmer

Like a Bimmer

She wanna be mine I told her "Gotta be mindful"

Pussy want me supine so beat the thing like a conga

Maybe in Nirvana we can maybe be somethin'

Just yeah yeah not for now

I mean I might got some love in the back but

I only can rent it out

See what I'm sayin'?

Or a lease at least it's me

What if I told you?

Baby

Was it the only?

Please please please

You was the go-to

See

You really want me

And need me you know

Your pussy soul food

Sweet potato

Nigga was hungry

Feed feed me

You was the go-to

Uh

You really

Ah

What if I told you?

Ooh baby

Was it the only?

Please please please

You was the go-to

See

You wouldn't want me

Then leave me you know

Your pussy soul food

Sweet potato

She say Black love

Black love ain't dead

Ain't dead

Good love good love ain't so bad at all

Ain't so bad

Your expectations was X'd out 'cause you extra

I'd rather be ambidextra'

I got a Rolodex of lab rats that call me Dexter

Exterior not to be mistaken nothin' short it's God body

Talk nigga

I'm probably with somebody

Everybody need somebody come on say it with me

Everybody need somebody

Aww come on say it with me

Everybody need somebody

Baby

Baby