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Might need to hit that remy one
Time one time one time, whoo!

Smino papi, I love your posse
You got them jingles like some car keys
Its zero party
A lil kickback just a few bodies
Some cute lil mommies
Who swear they only got four bodies
I’m dead, I’m carcass
Don’t make it awkward, whatcha talkin?
Smoke like this often
Need to check my engine, light up fuck it
Like where we fucking?
Jump in the pussy, airborne no bungee
No type of 'tection
This drunk erection could be deadly
Might pull a hammy
No string attachments don’t group text me
Text me them breastses
That recipe might be my medicine
Doing better than I ever been
Getting medals, pussy niggas still meddling
She dutty wine-wine smino Grigio
Easy though I don’t be drinking like that
Move on my time oh time time
You give and you give you
Just don’t get it back

I been over never being sober
That shit getting old every kickback
Same lil bitch that I just seen a week ago
Wonder why you never see me
Only see me at my show
Suck me sayonara, sing a sonnet girl
Gotta go

Slam dunking in the pussy (ohhhhhh)
Slam dunking in the drawers
Phone off don’t interrupt me (ohhhhhh)
I’m gon' swim until tomorrow
Thumbs soggy from the waters (ohhhhhh)
Lil parched I need some agua
Mouth on the faucet ain't no cups
Only thing on the menu is me-n-u

Been a minute since I seen you seen you
Lemme know when you can swing through
Pick a lil venue
Only thing on the menu is me-n-u
Yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
Me-n-u, me-n-u
Yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
Me-n-u, me-n-u

Whats on the menu? Me-n-u
Fuck all them opinions, them peons too
Been a long time, alone time
I long for you, wish he would
Roll a wood, pack a bong for you

Lil momma put on that lip balm
Then toss me that improv
Come straight off the top make it clap
When you walk in the room like a sitcom
I be cooling it real calm
Been makin some noise like the kids gone
My poise so proper my P’s and Q’s
Keep some pussy a quarter at least to cool
You never no never gon' ever
Ever get it this real
With this feel, kinda a big deal
Yo bitch on my pickle
Juice in my jar keep my dick
And my name in her jaw
I'm a beast I’m an orangutan in this bitch
I don’t hang with no friends
I just gang with the clique
Like Adam Sandler
Straight drop with the jolly rancher
Leanin' on you!
I’m forever last minute packin'
Tryna get to where ya at
Get caught in traffic, tragic ooh
(Leanin' on you)

Slam dunking in the pussy (ohhhhhh)
Slam dunking in the drawers
Phone off don’t interrupt me (ohhhhhh)
I’m gon' swim until tomorrow
Thumbs soggy from the waters (ohhhhhh)
Lil parched I need some agua
Mouth on the faucet ain't no cups
Only thing on the menu is me-n-u

Been a minute since I seen you seen you
Lemme know when you can swing through
Pick a lil venue
Only thing on the menu is me-n-u
Yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
Me-n-u, me-n-u
Yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
Me-n-u, me-n-u

Whats on the menu? Me-n-u
Fuck all them opinions, them peons too
Been a long time, alone time




I long for you, wish he would
Roll a wood, pack a bong for you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Smino's song "Menu" depict a casual encounter between Smino and a love interest. The song explores themes of lust, pleasure, and the desire for a connection beyond physical intimacy. Smino starts off by expressing his affection for the girl he's with, appreciating her presence and comparing her allure to the sound of jingling car keys. The atmosphere is described as a low-key gathering with a few friends and attractive women.


The lyrics then delve into Smino's desire for intimacy, disregarding any potential consequences. He mentions his engagement in substance use, possibly marijuana, and his willingness to engage in sexual activity without any protection. Despite the potential risks, he seems to embrace the thrill and excitement of the moment. Smino's lyrics also touch upon his self-assuredness, claiming that he is doing better than ever before and receiving recognition for his achievements, while others are still meddling in trivial matters.


The chorus suggests that the encounters Smino references are fleeting, just temporary pleasures, and that he is aware of his own transience. He reflects on the repetition of these experiences, where he often meets the same people at parties and wonders why he is not seen outside of those contexts. There is a sense of disillusionment with shallow connections and a longing for something more meaningful. Smino reiterates the idea that he desires intimacy, declaring himself as the only option on the menu.


Overall, the lyrics portray a mixture of hedonism and a yearning for deeper connection, highlighting the fleeting nature of casual encounters and the desire for something more substantial.


Line by Line Meaning

Might need to hit that remy one
I might have to take a shot of remy martin


Time one time one time, whoo!
Let's go at it one time, whoo!


Smino papi, I love your posse
Smino, my love, I adore your group of friends


You got them jingles like some car keys
You have that swagger, like you own the keys to a fancy car


Its zero party
It's a small gathering, not a big party


A lil kickback just a few bodies
A small casual get-together with only a few people


Some cute lil mommies
Some attractive ladies


Who swear they only got four bodies
Who claim they've only been intimate with four people


I’m dead, I’m carcass
I'm exhausted, I'm lifeless


Don’t make it awkward, whatcha talkin?
Let's not make it uncomfortable, what are you talking about?


Smoke like this often
I smoke marijuana regularly


Need to check my engine, light up fuck it
I need to relax and smoke to relieve stress


Like where we fucking?
Where are we going to have sex?


Jump in the pussy, airborne no bungee
I dive into sexual encounters fearlessly


No type of 'tection
No form of protection


This drunk erection could be deadly
Engaging in sexual activities while intoxicated can be risky and dangerous


Might pull a hammy
I might strain myself (physically)


No string attachments don’t group text me
I don't want any emotional attachments or group chats


Text me them breastses
Send me pictures of your breasts


That recipe might be my medicine
That specific combination of actions might be my relief or escape


Doing better than I ever been
I'm currently in a better state than ever before


Getting medals, pussy niggas still meddling
I'm achieving success while others are still interfering or causing problems


She dutty wine-wine smino Grigio
She's dancing in a carefree manner, drinking 'Smino Grigio' wine


Easy though I don’t be drinking like that
I don't usually drink a lot, but it's easy for me


Move on my time oh time time
Adjust to my schedule and pace


You give and you give you
You constantly provide and give


Just don’t get it back
But you don't receive the same in return


I been over never being sober
I'm tired of never being sober


That shit getting old every kickback
That situation is becoming repetitive and tiresome with each casual gathering


Same lil bitch that I just seen a week ago
The same girl I saw just a week ago


Wonder why you never see me
I wonder why you never witness or spend time with me


Only see me at my show
You only see me when I perform on stage


Suck me sayonara, sing a sonnet girl
Give me oral sex and then say goodbye, sing a beautiful poem, girl


Gotta go
I have to leave


Slam dunking in the pussy (ohhhhhh)
Having sex with great force and enthusiasm


Slam dunking in the drawers
Engaging in sexual activities with vigor


Phone off don’t interrupt me (ohhhhhh)
Turn off your phone, don't disturb me


I’m gon' swim until tomorrow
I'm going to have sex until the next day


Thumbs soggy from the waters (ohhhhhh)
Fingers or thumbs tired or weakened from sexual activities


Lil parched I need some agua
I'm a little dehydrated, I need water


Mouth on the faucet ain't no cups
I don't need a cup, I can drink directly from the faucet


Only thing on the menu is me-n-u
The only option available is me and you


Been a minute since I seen you seen you
It's been a while since I last saw you


Lemme know when you can swing through
Inform me when you can come visit


Pick a lil venue
Choose a small location


Me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
Just you and me


Me-n-u, me-n-u
Only us, no one else


Fuck all them opinions, them peons too
Disregard all those opinions, including those from insignificant people


Been a long time, alone time
It's been a while, time spent by myself


I long for you, wish he would
I desire you, hoping the other person won't interfere


Roll a wood, pack a bong for you
I'll prepare a marijuana joint and fill a water pipe for you


Lil momma put on that lip balm
Girl, apply some lip balm


Then toss me that improv
Then engage in spontaneous sexual acts with me


Come straight off the top make it clap
Perform sexual acts confidently and skillfully


When you walk in the room like a sitcom
When you enter the room with a captivating presence, like a sitcom character


I be cooling it real calm
I remain calm and composed


Been makin some noise like the kids gone
I've been creating attention like kids making noise when parents are away


My poise so proper my P’s and Q’s
I have great composure and manners


Keep some pussy a quarter at least to cool
I always keep a female companion around, at least to calm the situation


You never no never gon' ever
You will never, ever, ever


Ever get it this real
Experience something this genuine or authentic


With this feel, kinda a big deal
With this vibe, it's quite significant


Yo bitch on my pickle
Your girl is infatuated with me


Juice in my jar keep my dick
I'm sexually potent and desirable


And my name in her jaw
She knows and talks about me


I'm a beast I’m an orangutan in this bitch
I'm incredibly skilled and dominant in this environment


I don’t hang with no friends
I don't associate with many people


I just gang with the clique
I only hang out with my close group of friends


Like Adam Sandler
Similar to how Adam Sandler portrays himself in movies


Straight drop with the jolly rancher
Immerse yourself in a drug experience with a jolly rancher candy


Leanin' on you!
Depend on you for support or assistance


I’m forever last minute packin'
I always pack things at the last minute before leaving


Tryna get to where ya at
Trying to reach the place you are currently located


Get caught in traffic, tragic ooh
Getting stuck in traffic, which is unfortunate




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