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Dear Fren Video (MV)




Performed By: Smino
From Album: Maybe in Nirvana
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr
Year: 2024




Smino - Dear Fren Lyrics




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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English

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.

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