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Smino - Maybe in Nirvana Album Lyrics



Smino - Maybe in Nirvana Lyrics






Intro

We gon' start soon, y'all
Kenny, where you get that haircut? (Shh)
Kenny got the box cut
Shh
Quiet on set, goin' live in ten, quiet on set
I don't know what's realer
Where's the dominant one here?
Kenny got the box braids
Five, four, three, two
Shh
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing






Dear Fren

Dear Grandma, we made Coachella
We still flew coach, but the culture feelin' the fella
Uh, shit's stellar, Groove back with another (huh-uh)
That' my brother, hmm, you woulda loved him
Dear Grammie, we made it to the GRAMMYs
I took my daddy, good to see him happy, huh
Black suit (ooh), gold tooth (hm)
Gold shoes, that nigga so cool

Did I say that I moved from the Chi'? (From the Chi')
Took a plane to the westside (Westside-side-side)
That's how them niggas talk, LA safe, I can walk
I get way more done when I'm not 'round the drama
I get way more commas, but I—, I miss my mama
So I roll up the 'fronto
Dear Nana, still addicted to na-na
I—, I get Dear friend, it's different now
Difference like different sound
Different smoke that talk loud
Different when we come 'round
Make me no difference now
Distance hit different, wow
This shit hit different, wow
Dear friend, dear friend (wow)

Friend, friend, friend
Met a lil' thang out in New Orleans
Popped a lil' X, talked about her ex, woah
I don't like that, get straight to the sex, woah
Damn, damn, damn
You shoulda' seen how she did it with no hands, hands, hands
Thought the country shit was funny, kept playin', playin', playin'
And I was laughing right with her like heh, heh, heh (Haha)
That wasn't even the plan, plan, plan
I was supposed to get up outta' there, my plane at 10

Dear friend, it's different now
Difference like different sound
Different smoke that talk loud
Different when we come 'round
Make me no difference now
Distance hit different, wow
This shit hit different, wow
Dear friend, dear friend
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Ready Set Goku

Ooh, ooh (ooh)
(Woah, Kenny)
Hey, hey, hey

Choke on the Cheech, I'm coughin', tell 'em throwin' weed in my coffin'
Said we name her Jupiter, if we ever had that daughter
We didn't plan, then it popped up, ran out of space in Chicago
I'll prolly delete this note, before it reach my mama
But f*ck it, I'd prolly record it, you know a nigga love your trauma
My nigga say I'm a demon, mentioning Loch Ness Monster
I'm workin' like supervisor, can't feel your legs, Joe Swanson
On the bread, good garlic, my shit spin, good toilets
Come and see like, Charlottе
When the pain sting like hornеts, lil' shorty
I'm on a run like Jackie Joyner
Don't get attached to me, that's a catastrophe
I think I have to be by myself

'Cause we don't get along, long
Oh-oh-'ong, oh, oh, oh-'ong
I could leave your ass alone
'Oh-oh-'one, (woah), Oh-oh-'one
Cause we don't get along

(Shut up)
You shut up bitch, you shut up bitch, uh-uh
Wait, you scandalous, you're scared of this, I know
Yeah, we better than this, better off apart
It is last call for passengers travel
I gotta fly at midnight
Running late, running through red lights
Rare ice on my red-eye
Text read, no reply
Ready set, Goku
Check my You crazy you killing me, you Krillin me
You foul, you in the penalty
Goddamn, your mama remember me
She said, "I liked that nigga"
In the terminal, packing all terminally, terminally, terminally, terminally
When we used to have drive like Infiniti
At the thing from the side like infinity
Yeah, I'm sure she remember me, I gotta leave

'Cause we don't get along, long
Oh-oh-'ong, oh, oh, oh-'ong
I could leave your ass alone
'Oh-oh-'one, (woah), Oh-oh-'one
'Cause we don't get along, long
Oh-oh-'ong, oh, oh, oh-'ong
I could leave your ass alone
'Oh-oh-'one, (woah), Oh-oh-'one
'Cause we don't get along

Oh, oh, act
Oh, oh, act, oh, oh
Oh, oh, act
Oh, oh, act, oh, oh
Don't stop
Oh, oh, act
Oh, oh, act, oh, oh
Don't stop
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Maybe in Nirvana

Hey, run back and up in there, take the black plug
Woah, woah, woah, got me f*cked up
Every day another style, that baby flat like some Chuck's (Ha)
Damn, haha

Smoke make me float like a butterfly, skrrt, like a Bimmer
She wanna be mine, I told her "Gotta be mindful"
Pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a conga
Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'
Just, not for long
I mean, I might got some love in the back (Baby)
But, I only can rent it out (You 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, mama)
I don't pop bеans, brown in the coffee cup
I got my margin up and then I ran the margins up (I did)
I'm gеttin' green on top of cheese, bitch, my parsley up (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
You're f*ckin' rude
Before I lose my cool, baby, lose your shoes
And kick back, the pack petroleum, that ass protrude
I'm glued, gorilla, non-biphobic
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
She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful"
Pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a conga
Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin'
Just, not for long
I mean, I might got some love in the back (Baby)
But, I only can rent it out (You see what I'm sayin'?)
Or a lease, at least it's me

What if I told you? (Baby)
Was it the only?
You was the go-to (See)
You really want me
Your pussy soul food (Sweet potato)
Nigga was hungry (Feed me, me)
You was the go-to
You really-
What if I told you? (Ooh, baby)
Was it the only?
You was the go-to (See)
You really want me (Then leave me)
Your pussy soul food (Sweet potato)

She say, black love
Ain't dead
Good love, ain't so bad at all
Your expectations were X'd out cause you extra
I'd rather be ambidextra'
I got a rolodex' of lab rats, they call me Dexter
Exterior, not to be mistaken
Nothin' short in this God body (Talk nigga)
I'm prolly with somebody
Everybody need somebody, c'mon say it with me
Everybody needs somebody
Aww, c'mon say it with me
Everybody needs somebody (Baby)
(Baby)
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Lee

Get tinted up, I will not catch that
Get tinted up, I will not— (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)

Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back"
Only time I'm movin' backwards (Only time I'm movin' backwards)
She actin' like she got it on the chess
A nigga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin', no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh)
Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh)
110, on the 110 flyin' now, flyin' down, privacy
Don't be askin' me where I been
Aw, man, aw, man, insecure
You what I need, missed out with somеone who give a f*ck
I pull up, Bentlеy truck, hit the gas and hiccup

Oh, I've been drinking
Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I'm gon' leave
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace (Alright)

Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
'Cuzzo kept the clipse, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I'm like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I—, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit
Don't talk to me, bitch (Mmm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin' too rich (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, bling)
Bitch, know what time it is (Bitch it's time)
It's—, you been ridin' lil' mama
But right now I need me a driver
'Cause I've been drinking

Two cups tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I've been drinking
Two gulps, just drank two liters
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?
Oh, I've been drinking
Who told you I was gonna be here?

Walk with my chin up
Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy)
He was gettin' tinted up
I will not catch that whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich
No bands, made palace

You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this
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Writer: Benjamin Tolbert, Christopher Smith Jr., Cory Henry, Emma Jean Thomas, Jacqueline Members, Michael Neil, Nathan Foley, Reginald Helms Jr., Robert Eugene Poindexter, Stanley Poindexter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group






Tequan

[ Featuring Ravyn Lenae ]

[Intro]
Ooh

[Smino]
Did you mean it when you said that you were leavin'? Woah
Didn't believe it, didn't believe it, said that sh—, before
Shouldn't seen it when you—, hit that dope
I was tweetin' heebiejeebies, got to shakin' on the floor

[Smino & Ravyn Lenae]
Sorry (She shakin'), sorry (Can't take it), sorry (Ooh, baby), sorry (Ah, ah, ooh, baby)
Sorry (She shakin'), sorry (Can't take it), sorry (Heartbreakin'), sorry

[Smino]
On my way (My way)
Two hours later, on my way (My way)
Silver coupe, look like Kanye (Kanye)
Three thousand bitches, I'm André (André)
Oh, she said, "I'm all ready" (All reafy)
Oh, you got your nerve
Off tequila, or wine, Tequan
She tryin' to kick it, Taekwon', [?]
The girl, the pressure, she mine, she mine
Oh, she mine, ayy, ayy
Walk down and look up, then got on (Baby)
The tequila I'm off, I get stoned (Oh)
If I don't get to it, then I starve (See)
All you do is bark, bark like Charles (You know)
I'm appalled, nah, knock a saw
Chains on, they want a chainsaw
Cut me off, off, massacre
But I don't know shit
Young black male, get them bales in by the envelopes, licks
Send a letter through the mailman, and it had said that she—

[Smino & Ravyn Lenae]
Sorry (She shakin'), sorry (Can't take it), sorry (Ooh, baby), sorry (Ah, ah, ooh, baby)
Sorry (She shakin'), sorry (Can't take it), sorry (Heartbreakin'), sorry

[Chronixx & Ravyn Lenae]
[?] touchin' on the body, turn up
Why they [?]
[?], oh, no, man
Travel the world, I'll still ball for ya
(Change up your position, change your position, girl)
(Change your position now, switch your position, girl)
Travel the world, I'll still ball for ya
Oh girl, how you doin'? This time I'm tryna show you
How far I woulda climbed to arrive at the door
How hard I woulda strike for score di goal
You say you got to slide, you busy, mi know
But if ya' take a ride, I promise you a guh like
Come away from hiding, [?]
And if you take a dive, I suppose, mi would know
To get to the heights of the ocean
Hold on, baby, just a minute
Lemme tell you just how di natty feelin'
'Cause it seems like you need a new beginnin'
And it feels like you'll be changin' your positions for me
(Change up your position, change your position, girl)
Change up your position for me (Sorry)
(Change your position now, switch your position, girl) Sorry

[Smino & Ravyn Lenae]
Did you mean it when you said that you were leavin'? Woah
Didn't believe it, didn't believe it, said that sh—, before
Shouldn't seen it when you—, hit that dope
I was tweetin' heebiejeebies, got to shakin' on the floor (Sorry)

[Chronixx]
[?]
It tek a real queen like a you fi keep man
And is a goddess mi need mi nuh need nuh de—mon
Well mi seh

[Smino]
Southside, bro, I ain't never been over here bro
Pull over right here, bro
Bro talkin' about, "He seen their car"
What's the-what's the odds of that shit? You know what I'm sayin', like?
Ah, shit, he tweakin'
Ayy, bruh, turn the radio down, lemme call him real quick
Well, you know why I was tweakin'
Nah, she tweakin'
We tweakin', yo, ayy
Ah, hell nah
We been drivin' for days, I'm tired
I gotta work at 6 a. m., nigga, where are we goin'?
It's hot as hell and Tisha charged me $80 for this hair
What, your A.C. don't work?
Shit, my baby daddy been callin' me all day
Here he go again, hello? Hello?
F*ck, ain't this a Tesla?
Well, let me get the WiFi then, Smi-lon Musk
Ooh, shit, you always singin'-ass, Justin Timberlake-ass nigga ain't you?
Smooth, baby, smooth, I like that
But, why don't you play me somethin' smooth
Play me somethin' smooth
My hair ain't for all that bass
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






NSYNC

One more good time, mmh

I-I-I (I-I-I), took your baby mama to the south-south-south (to the south-south-south)
It was hot outside (it was hot outside), oh, my-my-my (my-my-my)
Know you probably missed her, kissed her bye-bye-bye (bye-bye-bye)
Like mwah-mwah-mwah, oh, bye-bye-bye (bye-bye-bye)
We are not NSYNC but she on my Wi-Fi (she's on my Wi-Fi)
Like you just done, ooh, you just done
Timber in her lake, she cry me a river (cry me a river)
I say "Au Revoir", ooh, "Au Revoir"
Je t'aime
I should drink alone, like my timbs

I late night walk like a pimp
But I'm a gentleman, baby
No doubt about it, we in Waikiki, blow Maui
We left the party, too crowded
I'm high like Jehovah P
Huh, somewhere overseas, prolly in some ovaries
She love the swings, and got old to me
Your new boo, she kinda old to me
Eighty-five times, ocho 'cinc
Pull up and her iPhone synced
Diamonds wetter than your kitchen sink
Heavy bitch can't swim, I sink
Floating in her pretty pink
Pink on my scalp like granny teach, it's deep
And the pussy really, really like a sport to me - Espy
Really try to get plugged into you-SB

I-I-I (I-I-I), took your baby mama to the south-south-south (to the south-south-south)
It was hot outside (it was hot outside), oh, my-my-my (my-my-my)
Know you probably missed her, kissed her bye-bye-bye (bye-bye-bye)
Like mwah-mwah-mwah, oh, bye-bye-bye (bye-bye-bye)
We are not NSYNC but she on my Wi-Fi (she's on my Wi-Fi)
Like you just done, ooh, you just done
Timber in her lake, she cry me a river (cry me a river)
I say "Au Revoir", ooh, "Au Revoir"
Je t'aime
I should drink alone, like my timbs
I—
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Ms. Joyce

[ Featuring Bun B ]


Watch me, Loc'd in Versace
With an AX on my chest, Big boss
Watch me, Loc'd in Versace
With an AX on my chest, Big boss
Watch me, Loc'd in Versace
With an AX on my chest, Big boss
(In another life, we alright, hmm)

Brain-tangled like my chain, Chain with my mama name
Pain bubble on my brain, man this shit don't feel the same
Same hoes from the ninth-grade, tryna' give me nicotine
In the scalp like Mane and Tame, old Impala pumpkin frame
I'm a creature, I'm a Smiiture
I could teach ya, still I'll beat ya
Facial features give me frequents
I get low, sometimes I be up
All depends like old shit
All that old shit that you bring up
Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins
Mama, oh my God, there go that man

Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones
I'm a, king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan
Now, now I'm in my zone (But you can hop in my ride)
Look cool when you see me, same color tortellini
Pockets used to be Bulimic, you wouldn't believe it
Someday wanna be like Jesus, other day's Young Jeezy
To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached
Nigga, ain't shit sweet (Huh, Oh yeah, yeah
Katana, tryna find ya
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Woah, woah
Ooh, ooh

Coming up shit was different man
'Cause me, I was playing in a different game
Hustlin', tryna get some change
These motherf*ckers hate, but it ain't no thing
I'm just out here doing me, and that's the difference between you and me
Cause I'm out here trying to truly be number one, man, f*ck number two or three
Or four and five, that's hoe shit cause I'm going live and it's going up
My shit gas and it's blowing up, your shit trash, you ain't showing up
Getting bags and I'm cashing out, got bitches passin' out
Smash your bitch then I'm smashin' out
Cause you did it for cap and clout
I'm OG and my shit be, like Kobe and like Nipsey
Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't f*ck with me
This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on
You say you next? Come on
I come through it wrecked, like give me the check, I'm gone
PA that's where I'm from, H-Town that's where I stay
Texas, that's what it do, this dirty south mane and we don't play
Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and mama wears his T-Jones
That's the typa shit we on
You ain't with it f*ck nigga, be gone

These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect
You 1-800, I had to call and collect
Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate
These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake (haha)
I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae
Viva la via, I'm usually couped up
Prolly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it's a headline, long line marquee Smi'
Pockets on Rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this shit isn't easy)
Same time shorty text saying she need me
Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh
Mamma mia up in the VIP, off the shrooms
All my partners in this bitch, surround the room
I hope no problems in this bitch, I assume
And I'm flier than a witch, get the broom
Full sweep when I bump I'm coming through (when I'm coming through)
Lose heat when I bump coming through
Those dreams are finally coming true (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

What up fool, what you on man?
Niggas tryin-, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?
Your ass need to get outside the studio
That's crazy what it like? (Pull up
Told my exes, they all should join an art class
All they do is draw conclusions
Probably why they hate my smart ass
Just played a show in Texas
Yee-haw, new coupe got horses
Couple days we off to Memphis
Need drugs, need blunts, need forces

See my best friends know I might- (Pull [?] bitch nigga, I'm just moving around)
I don't know I might change my mind
Keep to me, you know what I feel?
Shit, I don't know man, it's complicated (I'm just moving around, yeah)
(I'm just moving it around)
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Hoe-Nouns

[ Featuring Thundercat, Reggie ]

Hahahaha
When I was a child, I smoked as a child, I thought I was a child
When I became a man, ooh!
You not never leave me 'lone
Hit me with your bam-bam-bam
Bust a bitch, buck-o, uh-oh
Crucified the coochie, we never cuddled
Nigga hard to reach, Smino-ello
Smoke a whole You not never leave me 'lone
Hit me with your bam-bam-bam
The smoke is strong You not never leave me 'lone
Hit me with your bam-bam-bam
What is she to me? A pronoun
Don't ask me 'bout your girl, it go down
What I've been doin' it for? A while
What's she been doin' it for? A smile
What is she to me? A pronoun
Don't ask me 'bout your girl, it down
What I've been doin' it for? A while
What's she been doin' it for? A smile

I don't get bent, I get Bentley, boy
But I pulled up on a ten speed, boy
Used to getting shitted on, now I'm shitting
You can throw a party for me, but do not bring pity, boy
"I'ma tell you like Obama told me"
I start my sentence off with that, just to get her listening (What?)
I don't do half, I'ma do the whole thing
I don't do the cha-cha slide, I only do cha-ching
Told y'all niggas that I wanna big body Benz and a Hummer
Don't ask me 'bout your woman, I don't know her
If I have to tell you one mo' gin I'ma have to jump on her
I'm a four-space punter
Don't push me close to the edge since the killer in me, ah
Swear, on God, ain't nobody really demure
Hmm, that just might be the nigga in me, ah
Hide your chick if you think it's some liquor in me, ah

I don't want apologies, nah, I don't want apologies, nah
I need you to go and sit down (Sit your dumbass down)

You not never leave me 'lone
Bam-bam-bam
Duck-duck, dirty I'm alone
Duck-duck, dirty bitch, I don't even know, lo
What is she to me? A pronoun
Don't ask me 'bout your girl, it go down
What I've been doin' it for? Oh, well
What's she been doin' it for?
Duck-duck, dirty
What is she to me? A pronoun
Don't ask me 'bout your girl, it go down
What I've been doin' it for? Oh, well
What's she been doin' it for? [?]
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Glo-Fi

[ Featuring Ravyn Lenae ]

[Smino]
Crowd your house with clouds all day
Drank up all your lemonade
Ain' know we had Tanqueray
If something, make a birthday break bread with muffins
Sucker niggas sucking, they want me to get sucked in, nah
Hold me down, I hold you up
Come here, let me froze you up, up
We could light them stones to cheer you up
I'm playin', too much
Pheromone to Fahrenheit, the Glo-Fi hard to hide it

It's a starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh)
You can't dim me down (Oh), you can't burn me out (Oh)
Starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh)
You can't dim me down (Oh), you can't burn me out (Oh)

And I'm just a rock-and-rollin' rock-and-rollin' stone forever
From October, astral child
Libra leader, at least I'ma leavе a lover, roll another L of loud
I was just in town, she caught thе Smi-ber fever (Oh)
I'm in the reefs and we chiefin' reefer (Oh)
Oh, blunt thick as cleavage, yeah (Oh)
Good time, flow me out, J-J (Woo, dynamite)
Felt my mother, I'm okay (I'm alright)
They f*cked up my Uber Eats today (forgot the fries)
F*ck that, Postmates, and now I'm okay (Okay)

[Ravyn Lenae]
Nigga wanna style, let me show you some
Stay the night today, stay the night today
Tell me how to do it right, bein' on the spotlight
Are you gonna meet me halfway?

[Smino]
Starlight, starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh)
You can't dim me down (Oh), you can't burn me out (Oh)
Starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh), starlight (Oh)
You can't dim me down (Oh), you can't burn me out (Oh)
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






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Maybe in Nirvana is the fourth studio album by American rapper Smino. Written and recorded throughout 2020, prior to the COVID-19 pandemic and the creation of Luv 4 Rent, the album was released on December 6, 2024 under Zero Fatigue.

It also features ten tracks, with guest appearances from Bun B, Ravyn Lenae, Thundercat and Reggie. Maybe in Nirvana is Smino's first independently-released album.
Performed By: Smino
Genre(s): Hip hop
Released: December 6th, 2024
Year: 2024

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