Organic Smiles Songtext
von Larry June

Yeah (who are these niggas?)
Shit (smile)
Shit be crazy as a mothafucka, baby
For real (smile)
You know this my happy place
Damn (smile)
Tryna change my ways, you know (smile)

I been feeling like this for a minute (smile)
You just can′t seem to pick the right one, huh?
You get off at 5, I should come, huh?
A veggie pizza, a movie and a back rub

Why you looking like that? (smile)
You know I love that pretty face, keep doin' it, baby
You always make a nigga (smile)
Even on my bad days, you forever my lady

If I fell off tomorrow, you would still love me
Traumatized by the game, so I′m still thuggin'
This money keep a nigga sane but you my heart for real
I'm lowkey, I gotta move smart for real


If you see me in the club, it′s a rare occasion
I rather hang out in places that can make me paper
Quick flight outta town, man it′s off 11
Cook a nigga somethin' healthy, I′ll be home at 7
What's happenin′?

You know I love that smile
Come here
With yo sexy ass
Quit playin' with me
I don′t wanna hear none of that
Take all that shit off
Yeah, I like that

Another night on the road, gotta bust another move
Shit been cool, but lowkey I been thinkin' 'bout you
You say everything smooth, but yo actions don′t show it
You need a nigga there 24/7, I know it

I just wanna see you (smile)
With that pretty ass face, keep doin′ it baby
You still make a nigga (smile)
Baby, ain't shit changed, still driving me crazy
What′s happenin'?


You lookin′ hella nice today
So sexy, make a nigga fly a kite today
Just a Cartier bracelet, no ice today
I'm going crazy, in the lab cooking these tapes

Sometimes you just gotta (smile)
My nigga, life ain′t bad, we the ones that create it
Elevate, gotta boss up, it is what it is
I'm thinking one day in the future you can have my kids

I been feeling like this for a minute
Stop by the grocery store, grab something to eat
Baby at the nail shop, they just doin' her feet
Champagne complimentary, she keepin′ it P

You know I love it when you (smile)
Body on fleek, got me ready to beat
Benz on E, gotta run up the street
You can pack a bag ′cause you comin' with me, for real

Quit playin′
With yo sexy ass
Know what I'm saying?
Off top
But what it really do, though?
For real
Aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye