1. |
Papa Was
02:48
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Papa was a rolling stone
Now I got stones on my rollie
And you wanna know
How am I rolling
Cause shit don't make no sense
You just saw me glance
Working hard dirty dirty to pay rent, yeah
What are the chances
I'm shining, I'm classy to the bone
You hating, you struggling
You sulking in your corner
2+2 keep counting
Can you connect the dots?
Cause you can't tell me what is true
From what is not
Like why I need to justify, why I dress fly
Why I need to tell you
Why I'll blow your mind
African Queens on my dolla bills
All my villains will keep it real
If you show your grills
We ain't got no chill
If you wanna chill take a seat
By the window
Do yourself a favor
Listen to some Mimo
Sipping on some vino, yeah we know
How to kill you softly
With that sweet funky music
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got the sweet funky music
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones
Papa was a rolling stone and I got stoned
Back in MTL city
Serving tea and coffee
I'm so sick of this shit
Can I pour it on me?
Can I talk to your god
Ask for me and my dreams
Line is always busy
Switched my phone company
Now my glory's shining all right
And we do this every night
Cause I got the sweet funky music
I got the sweet funky music, yeah yeah
Oh Papa was a rolling stone, now I got
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got
Papa was, Papa was oh ah
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got
Papa was a rolling stone, now I got
Papa was, Papa was oh
Papa was a rolling stone and I got stones now
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2. |
Millie Millie
01:51
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Millie, Millie
Why you so shady?
Standing on the corner and asking for a dollar
But I know what your dollar for
I know what your dollar for
Millie, Millie
Why you so shady?
Standing on the corner and asking for a dollar
But I know what your dollar for
I know you eyeing me
Saying I'm just like you
You just like me, but we ain't from the same tree
We ain't from the same tree
I know you eyeing me
But saying I'm just like you, woh woh
You just like me, we ain't from the same tree
Oh, no
Why you have to make them feel
Feel so good, so good, yeah
Oh, why you have to make them feel
So good? So good
Millie, Millie
Why you so shady?
Standing on the corner and asking for
Millie, Millie
Why you so shady?
I know what your dollar for
Millie, Millie
Why you so shady?
Millie, Millie
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3. |
Me and my Whiskey
03:32
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I got my whiskey
You got your red wine
Don’t start with your shit
You know I ain’t got no time
You want me to polish
You want that pretty sound
Don’t start with your shit
You know I hate when you put me down
It’s me and my blues, the dirty one
The one I lay with
At the bottom of my Whiskey, yeah
It’s me and my blues, the dirty one
The one I lay with
At the bottom of my Whiskey, yeah
I got my own story
And you got yours
Don't start with your shit
You know we don't have to pit against each other
My brother
I know you see something
But that ain't me
No need for that glory
I just want my good old sound
It’s me and my blues, the dirty one
The one I lay with
At the bottom of my Whiskey, yeah
It’s me and my blues, the dirty one
The one I lay with
At the bottom of my Whiskey
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
Your heart so blunt
You make everything bleed
My heart so cold
I drink everything neat
I drink everything neat
I drink everything neat
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4. |
Daydreaming
02:56
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I dream of a world where
I can curse and be elegant
Where I can hide and be relevant
Where my skin doesn’t define who I am
I dream of a world
Where I can be woman and man
Where it’s ok to wear your pain
Where my hair doesn’t attract their hand
Daydreaming in my stroller
Keep pushing, we’re getting closer
I’m happy we have each other
Hold my hand still
So when I win
We win together
I dream of a world
Where my baby bro
Can be who he is
Cause he loves the flow
And he loves the feels
And I love him more
Than nobody will
I dream of a world
Where we all can eat
Uni or shitty mac and cheese
Just as long as we all sitting here, yeah
Just as long as everybody cheers
Daydreaming in my stroller
Keep pushing, we’re getting closer
I’m happy we have each other
Hold my hand still
So when I win
We win together
Daydreaming in my stroller
Keep pushing, we’re getting closer
I’m happy we have each other
Hold my hand still
So when I win
So when I win
When I win
Been dreaming, dreaming in my strolla-lo la
Been dreaming, dreaming in my strolla-la la
I been dreaming, dreaming
I been dreaming, dreaming
I been dreaming in my strolla-lo la la la
Dreaming, dreaming in my strolla-lo la
I Been dreaming in my strolla-lo la la la
I been dreaming, dreaming
I been dreaming, dreaming
In my strollo-lo, in my strollo-lo la
In my strolla-lo la lo la
I been dreaming in my stroller
Keep pushing
Keep pushing
We're getting closer, closer, closer
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5. |
I got robbed (interlude)
01:57
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You robbed me from the melodies I used to play
Sweet voice of yours I can never replay
You robbed me from all the memories
You robbed me from all the things I feel
You fucked it up for every kind man out there
I’m disgusted with the way you flipped on me
So many personalities
Which one's lying to me which one's missing me
Missing you was the only reason I called
You said bruh stop lying with your hidden truth
I said that’s the truth
What’s wrong with you?
You ask what do I need from you
I said you
I simply said you
You said do whatever you need to do
To get over me cause I been done with you
Oh, you been gone, really you’re done?
You like to see me suffer
I hear it in your laughter
I’m hearing your texts blazing
You typing fast
Told all your friends that bitch still calling
Probably recording my confession
For your next studio session
Make it a good hit
Make it a good one
Probably will put you on
Bet you can't get this magic shit nowhere else
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a fucking waste of beautiful skin
What a waste of beautiful lips
What a waste of hope and faith in love
What a waste of opening up
What a waste of someone who actually knows how to dress
What a waste of a man who knows how to care
For a woman
Who’s hurting
What a waste of a good man
What a waste of a good man
I have to pretend I never heard of you
Oh, so you know him?
No I don’t
I have to pretend I never heard of your songs
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6. |
Salty
01:55
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Why you gotta be so jealous of their doing?
It takes nothing out of you, my darling
Why you gotta spit on their success?
Baby, it doesn’t make you less
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
All that shit
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
On your shit
Maybe it would taste flavorful
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
All that shit
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
On your shit
Maybe it would taste better
Complaining, complaining over frustration
Competition should be your motivation
Work on your craft some more
Your talk-shit is a bore
That’s why you get triggered by others
Doing better than you wish you would
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
All that shit
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
On your shit
Maybe it would taste flavorful
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
All that shit
Sprinkle it, sprinkle it
On your shit
Maybe it would taste better
Nothing
Oh, nothing
Nothing compares to you
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7. |
Harlem Flat
03:12
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I need a
I need a
Been hustling since the AM
Since I put my foot here
Sweating like Miss Piggy
Fun American dream
Working hard to be broke
Money strokes
Cause she got expensive rates
And I got expensive taste
So spiteful she is
Chewing you up
Spitting you out on a sunny day
Business casual
And she feisty, she's angry
I feed her rent money
But she still still still hungry
I need a fur coat
And some high boots
I need a new car
And some nice jewels
Ain't got a penny
And I'm still looking good
But I'm cold in my Harlem flat
I need a fur coat
And some high boots
I need a new car
And some nice jewels
Ain't got a penny
And I'm still looking good
But I'm cold
Heard you call my name
So I came out here
With my suitcase full or dreams
And some heartaches too
They said I would make it big
If I banged on the door
Of that beautiful city that they call New York
Bitch, fix that attitude
It's a luxury just
To be hanging out with you
To be paying all your dues
And I'm praising you all day
But you keep complaining
While I'm still still still hungry
I need a fur coat
And some high boots
I need a new car
And some nice jewels
Ain't got a penny
And I'm still looking good
But I'm cold in my Harlem flat
I need a fur coat
And some high boots
I need a new car
And some nice jewels
Ain't got a penny
And I'm still looking good
But I'm cold
I need a (Do you need all of that?)
I need a (But do you need all of that?)
I need a
I don't need a lot of things to be happy
I need a
I don't need none of that (I need a)
See I don't need none of that (I need a)
I just want to keep my cold Harlem flat
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8. |
A Nordic Vacay
01:42
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I come from the land of poutine
And low self-esteem
And every body screams
When there's a goal
But what team are we cheering for
I don't know
I don't know
(The losing one of course)
I'm from up north
Born in the coldest snow
With maple trees around
No beaches, no sand
So next time you come around
With that exotic bullshit
I got that tan you like
I dance Samba
Pero no gracias
Never been to the Bahamas
Black rose in a city full of white sheeps
Was told there's something weird about me
I get it
I see it
But next time you come around
With that exotic bullshit
Just know I'm a cold hearted biche
You're exotic too, eh?
Where your great-gran-grans came from
Before they stole this shit?
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9. |
Mellow Mimo
03:54
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You left me dry
With all those dreamy lies
You left me dry
With those lying eyes
How can you ask me how I'm doing?
Stupid man, stupid man, stupid man
I'm doing what I can
Oh, how they love Mimo
When she’s mellow, mellow, mellow
Oh, how they love Mimo
Only when she’s mellow, mellow, mellow
You left me high
With those crazy expectations
Who do you think you are?
To ask for comprehension
How can you pass me by
No salutations?
Stupid me, stupid me, stupid me guided
By my undeserved empathy
Oh, how they love Mimo
When she’s mellow, mellow, mellow
Oh, how they love Mimo
Only when she’s mellow, mellow, mellow
Only when she's mellow
Why? Why?
You love me when I'm mellow
Low, low
It's only when I'm mellow
Mellow Mimo, mo ma ma
Oh, it's only when
Only when
I'm low, low
Why is it that you love me
Why is it that you only love me
When I'm mellow
When I'm mellow
Low, low la
Only when
Only when
Only when she's mellow
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10. |
Nod & Smile
03:19
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Darkness is creeping
Evil is walking
Darkness is creeping
Evil is talking
You better look good when they come for you
You better look nice, dripping in ice
I wear my shades in the club like it’s 1995
I’m real high, clothes fly
Hips swigging from the left to the right
That’s right
Don’t pop pills I pop style
And I’m never out of it
Cause I made it, I built this
I walk like I own this
Don’t doubt this
And I’m mashing the city, JB's way
You can get with it or maybe look the other way
We stay stunning, grinding
Motherfucking hustling 'til we dead sleeping
Counting sheeps one by one
Jumping in my bank account
While I’m whistling and monkeying around
Educated apes on your marble grounds
But these sweet grapes aren’t for your filthy mouths
So you can close that
You can walk back
Give my respect to your momma
And your handsome dad
Nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, huh
You should nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, yeah
You should nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, yeah
You should nod and smile
I wear my shades in the club like it’s 1994
I'm real sore and tired to the core
The city is ill, Matic
They scared to look, not scared to kill
They dancing with automatics
And you want explaining
Why the people's singing
Why the people's thinking
So you can point fingers
And pull triggers
It’s way easier
To blame me
And my sisters
But would you look inside you to get bigger
Oh, would you look inside you to get realer
It’s the rule of three
First you’ll dislike me
Second you’ll ask your friends if they heard of me
And third, you’ll start biting me (where the food at?)
You’ll keep asking for me (where she at?)
You’ll want some more of me (gimme that)
But this dick ain’t free (it ain't hard to tell)
Nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, huh
You should nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, yeah
You should nod and smile
When in doubt, when in doubt, yeah
You should nod and smile
You better look good when they come for you (nod and smile)
You better look fly when they come for your guy (nod and smile)
With your Jays on and your chains on, yeah
Oh, you think you will change their minds? Na na na
I wear my shades in the club like it's 1994 (nod and smile)
I wear my shades in the club like it's 1996 (nod and smile)
I wear my shades in the club like it's 1999 (nod and smile)
I wear my shades in the club like it's right now
Street Candid
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Mimo New York, New York
Montreal-born and New York-based music artist Mimo reps Harlem and the 514 on the daily. When it comes to music, Lo-Fi vibes, flowing poetry, Neo-Soul—with an alternative R&B feel may be the closest terms to define her sound. Mimo’s style is essentially a blend of heartfelt music, reflecting her essence: something she casually calls “Street Jazz.” ... more
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