Maybe In Nirvana Songtext
von Smino

Paint one black and bump it, then take the black up
Woah, woah, woah, got me fucked up
Every day another style, lay baby flat like some Chucks (Haha)
Damn, haha

Smoke make me float like a butterfly, skrrt like a Bimmer
She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful"
Pussy warm as a poncho, 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 the way I talk, I talk, ooh (I talk, I talk, mama)
I don′t pop beans, brown in thе coffee cup (not for me, mama)
I got my margin up and then I ran the Margеs up (I did)
I′m gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch
My parsley up (Bitch, 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 fuckin' 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 warm as a poncho, 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)