Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smarty Jones , by - Cleo ReedRelease date: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smarty Jones |
| I’ll win this game this time |
| I’ll win this game this time |
| They ask the same questions |
| «When you gonna get back with Des’n? |
| Ratking album, will there be a next one?» |
| Try and test him, feel the pressure |
| You know it well enough |
| No, we ain’t well enough to stress it |
| Detention reach heat senses |
| It’s released with each measure |
| That’s a music word |
| See, I’m musical but not a music nerd |
| Don’t know how to use the terms |
| Lot of cats confused and concerned, like |
| Wik, why you doing the third? |
| Y’all just wanna see what y’all seen first, but |
| Y’all ain’t put your feet on my perch |
| Haven’t seen what I seen, haven’t been through the works |
| Like a motherfucking sandwich |
| Everything they threw at me I handled right |
| These days it’s salmon, candlelight |
| Baby looking camera right, ready |
| Brand new like Betty |
| I’ma move steady while y’all move petty |
| Y’all still going through the rudimentary |
| I just put you on and you rude already? |
| Since day one it’s been the real Wik' |
| You can hate some but you gotta feel this |
| I’ll win this game this time |
| I’ll win this game this time |
| I’ll win this game this time |
| They askin' bout tour dates |
| They ask me to show more face |
| «Your name Wiki, how I’ma find you on that Explore page? |
| How you got that Wiki flag on that Dior cape?» |
| Huh, watch the Dior absorb paint |
| But you don’t see my ass up on the fourth page |
| Got the cover, I ain’t wore it in poor taste |
| 'fore that, only fashion I wore was North Face |
| Catch a wave but what happen when the shore breaks? |
| Hardly known, now you catchin' a court case? |
| I’m Smarty Jones at the horse race |
| Look, you gotta find that horse pace |
| Wait, last lap, go to first from fourth place |
| Can’t force fate, can’t stop the inevitable |
| Can’t look back on the regrettable |
| Will the label hear more than what is sellable? |
| I hold it down for every syllable that I’m selling you |
| I’m telling you, I’m pitiful if not compelling you |
| But if I ain’t lyrical you ain’t well enthused |
| How I feel on that day, I’ma let it loose |
| Whether we rocking, breaking beats, or it’s been a ruse |