Lift Me Up* Smino
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Lift Me Up*" by Smino. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
Lyrics from snippet via Instagram
[Intro]
What's goin' on? (Ooh)
The fuck is goin' on? (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Shit (Shit)
[Verse]
Copped the [?], fucker was hurt, she smokin' a bouqet
I pray I find a love like my parents, they been down since '78
Ring a bell everywhere I go, feel like I'm always late
When I arrive they [?] I know, like I make reservations
I'm big on fashion like [?], you record on [?]
Not one of them ones 'cause I'm beacon, gotta squint when you see me
You don't rap [?], making good love to my music
I feel like rapper [?], my heart been vagabond
Vacancies to [?], I can't believе they took [?]
Every time I [?] my еyes, they hopin' that shit was fake
Hallucinated, a lucid state
My doobie soothe my achin' brain that ain't come back
Like, ayy, it ain't your fault you had to move like that
And now my partners callin', remindin' me where my shooters at
Like [?] for security, nigga, we got them straps
Just introduce me to Doja Cat, I'm hittin' the weed, you know I laugh
He ain't really mean that shit so much
I damn near took him up on that shit (Ayy)
[Intro]
What's goin' on? (Ooh)
The fuck is goin' on? (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Shit (Shit)
[Verse]
Copped the [?], fucker was hurt, she smokin' a bouqet
I pray I find a love like my parents, they been down since '78
Ring a bell everywhere I go, feel like I'm always late
When I arrive they [?] I know, like I make reservations
I'm big on fashion like [?], you record on [?]
Not one of them ones 'cause I'm beacon, gotta squint when you see me
You don't rap [?], making good love to my music
I feel like rapper [?], my heart been vagabond
Vacancies to [?], I can't believе they took [?]
Every time I [?] my еyes, they hopin' that shit was fake
Hallucinated, a lucid state
My doobie soothe my achin' brain that ain't come back
Like, ayy, it ain't your fault you had to move like that
And now my partners callin', remindin' me where my shooters at
Like [?] for security, nigga, we got them straps
Just introduce me to Doja Cat, I'm hittin' the weed, you know I laugh
He ain't really mean that shit so much
I damn near took him up on that shit (Ayy)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!