Smino - Curtains Lyrics

Six AM the sun comin' up, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit, know 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 (real)
Huh, yeah, uh

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
We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive
Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me
Goin', f*ck 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 (yeah)
Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah)
Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high
(Fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)
Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high
(Talkin' fifty '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 f*cks 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 now or later, she'll blow a bubble
No, we do not run nor pop gums
Nigga tried it and we blow his- (uh)

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
We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive
Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me
Goin', f*ck 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 (yeah)
Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah)
Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high
(Fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)
Put that shit in rotation, catch a contact from this high
(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 (uh)
Still feel like they holding that shit over our head (I do)
Whenever it wag
Okay, f*ck 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 appetit 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 f*ck 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 down)
I been trying time for my m-m-mind
In my mind, oh mama, oh my God (Godz)
You don't 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 motherf*ckin' right

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
We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive
Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me
Goin', f*ck 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 (yeah)
Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah)
Buy my grand-daddy 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
We hardly scratching the surface, I'm positive
Don't need a dermatologist, I got this stack on me
Goin', f*ck 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 (yeah)
Like curtains for certain, I check my account (yeah)
Buy my grand-daddy 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?
You see what I mean?
And, and, it's just like, this boy
And, and excuse me for calling you "boy" (forever)
You know, but, it's like
Uh, uh he have
He, he, he's got a aura about him that he can take people places

Okay y'all, my lil' cousin gon' sing this next song
(Have you ever, have you ever?)
(Mmh-hmm)

I get my food from the source
My answers from the master
Who guides my spirit
I get my food from the source
Answers from the master
Who guides
On my way
I been on my way
I been on my way, way (love)

On my way (way there, I been on my way there)
I been on my way (mhm)
I been on my way