Smoove & Heavenly Lyrics

I feel like a Pegasus pedestal stepping

Please somebody come medal me

I'm flying They sayin I'm out of control

They stumbling tryna catch up with me

They pushing 100 they breaking they limits

My dash it only say 70

They gassing out they passing out

I'm moving through lanes so heavenly

Halo on my head black all on my shoulders

Suit and tie I had to buss out wit the loafers

I look around and i see angels they all over

I see some demons too they all in here they close up

Demons be masked up, they lying to ya, lying to ya

Angels be gassed up, they guiding you, guiding you

You gotta pick what path ya choosing, can't decide for ya

I'm Smoove and Heavenly my nigga till I die I'm on it

I'm winning I'm breathing today

I got weed in my body I'm lovin my melanin

I'm takin my pictures wit fans and they bringing they momma

I told em to let her in

I'm bumping my shit in while I ride down the skreet

Everybody start looking and bumping heads

I'll stick to the green i ain't putting no shit by my nose

I ain't planning on bumping heads

Calling me boujee cuz I got standards?

Levels exist and it's evident

See what I see you'd be climbing with me but the class ya in irrelevance

01 Baby Im the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's

01 Baby I'm the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's

Fake love I see it I smell it

Stay Smoove everyday can't forget it

Left the pool yesterday still dripping

Slim bitch so you know I still tip her

Grim shit she be calling me the reaper

All star status middle of the season

I be wanting hella more but I ain't greedy

Phone be bangin on me thought I had a beeper

Phone banging

Shawty banging

Weed banging

Bed banging

Ben Franky

We be hanging

We be talking

We be thinking

Say Smoove where we going with this shit

Say Frank you should already know where we headed

Understood I'm just checking on the shit

It's straight we straight ain't no need to keep checkin

Smoove knocking at the door

You can open up, or I'm kicking hinges to the floor

Let me know

Either way I'm going in it don't matter what you choose for a nigga

Ima make it to the show

Suited up black down to the toe

Hitting 400 degrees better take me out the stove

I done found the recipe i got to stir a lil more

Wings bussing out my coat

Smoove and heavenly fasho

Aye I'm just oh so Smoove

Smoove and heavenly fasho

Aye I'm just oh so Smoove

Smoove and heavenly fasho

Aye I'm just oh so Smoove

Smoove and heavenly fasho

Aye I'm just oh so Smoove