Smino – Curtains Lyrics

Smino Curtains Lyrics

6am & da sun comin up…
Shit nom sayn Can’t lie to yall n*****
I gotta tell yall da real yanno..
YEAH

Say this shit in my falsetto but I’m speakin truth
God lowkey in da bravado
My body the booth
Show me the way and be clear only way to see through
Kuz We hardly scratching the surface I’m positive
Don’t need a dermatologist
I got this
That on me going fuck is we goin
Baby blindfold & point
Reach for the stars
But don’t reach for my gas
I’m facin’ the facts
N**** we black
So we blackin’ out !!!
Like curtains for certain
I check my account
Buy my grand-daddy house
And passing it down
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)

This that niggatoni pasta
I put errthing in dis
Put canaries on my wrist
So they can sing bout 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
Talking karate bout me I just chuckle at the nunchuck you dumb fucks lucky
I bought the big old body with the pretty wheels
Riding with the ones from when it was ugly
Shawty jawbone so skrong
I can give her now or later
She’ll blow a bubble
No we do not run nor pop gums
N**** trident
And we blow his *pop*

Say this shit in my falsetto but I’m speakin truth
God lowkey in da bravado
My body the booth
Show me the way and be clear only way to see through
Kuz We hardly scratching the surface I’m positive
Don’t need a dermatologist
I got this
That on me going fuck is we goin
Baby blindfold & point
Reach for the stars
But don’t reach for my gas
I’m facin’ the facts
N**** we black
So we blackin’ out !!!
Like curtains for certain
I check my account
Buy my grand-daddy house
And passing it down
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)

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
Ok focaccia feelins and get you some bread
(Go get it!)
Goin through hell-meant
Hittin my head
Some how them knots manifested to knots in my pockets and knots on the bowtie pasta at Issima
Bon Appetit with my potnas da 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 Yall people know me out in Incheon
Ordained orchestrator runnin’ w the bands
N**** feel like Dr. Lee or sumn

Been a while
Really been a while
I jus needed time just to s-s-s-slow it down
I been trying time for my m-m-mind
In my mind, oh mama , oh my God(God)
You’on know what it been like
I was cheering for myself on the damn sidelines(Go Chris!)
Inside
Always
Inside
And these peanut butter seats
Ooh you muhfuckin right

Say this shit in my falsetto but I’m speakin truth
God lowkey in da bravado
My body the booth
Show me the way and be clear only way to see through
Kuz We hardly scratching the surface I’m positive
Don’t need a dermatologist
I got this
That on me going fuck is we goin
Baby blindfold & point
Reach for the stars
But don’t reach for my gas
I’m facin’ the facts
N**** we black
So we blackin’ out !!!
Like curtains for certain
I check my account
Buy my grand-daddy house
And passing it down
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)
Put that shit in rotation
Catchin’ contact from this high
(I’m talkin 50 leven years after we dun even smoked out this rideeeee)

Get away really been away I just needed time just to s-s-s-slow it down
I been trying time for my m-m-mind
In my mind, on my mind, oh my God
I don’t know what it been like
I was cheering for myself on the damn sidelines
Insane wrist insane these peanut butter seats in the muh’fucking rain
Ok yall, my lil cousin gon’ sing this next song
*smi singing*
I get my
Fruit from the source
My answers from the master Who guides my spirit get my
Fruit from the source
Answers from the masters Who guidesss
All my ways
I been
On my way
I been on my way whoa
On my way
(Way there I been on my way there)
I been on my way
(Mmmmhmmm)
I been on my way

    Lyrics Knowledge:

  • Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith Jr., Cory Henry, Michael Neil
  • Album: Luv 4 Rent
  • Released: 2022