Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smiling Faces, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Stranger Than Fiction, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Smiling Faces |
Say bruh, I love you to death but bitch you gon' hit it, or you gon' lay on top |
of it |
Get the fuck up nigga, you ain’t dead yet |
Just got this word from above, placing my heart in this message |
Evil’s after your soul, people smart with deceptions |
Keep a sharp observation, allowing no infiltration |
Of those you let in your circle |
They get the chance, they gon' hurt you |
They be counting your pockets and you can tell by they comments |
Incident with my car, when my nigga wanted to drive it |
I told him no, he flashed out, texting my phone talking violent |
And told me put him in a song and he was catchin' a body |
God protected my body, I fear no nigga breathin' |
I feel like David and Goliath, a hungry pack of hyenas |
Showing they teeth when I’m eating |
Bitch, do it look like I’m cheesing? |
Took my lick like a man |
Then came home to the streets |
No defeat! |
When everyone’s around I bet you had a ball |
Killing emotional attachments with the alcohol |
They say they love you and that for you they do anything |
You find it awkward that their eyes don’t say the same thing |
Changing, lately, beware of smiling faces |
Entangling, betraying, beware of smiling faces |
These murders weigh on my conscience as I take too many showers |
I need a woman to hold me, help me forget all my problems |
It’s 5 a. |
m in Toronto, being she down here for college |
She says her major’s psychology we’re both into astrology |
This moscato was sweet, inhaling sticks of this broccoli |
Hard to sleep on the side of me, seeming too much is bothering me |
Memories haunting me, jumping up out my sleep |
She might say «Babe it’s OK», then put me straight back to sleep |
I do this three or four times, my life on constant repeat |
Reason I can’t quit syrup, my anxiety be fucking with me |
Every bitch I’m with, find out I ain’t shit |
After three weeks of just fucking with me |
It’s a fucked up feeling when you looking in the mirror |
Everybody just pretending they fucking with me |
Who fucking with me?! |