Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smiling at the Ground, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 02.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smiling at the Ground |
| I searched my fake name and found a million results |
| But none have you |
| Thank God, yeah, uh, yeah |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| I’ve been on my own, the world’s just pixels on my phone |
| But you feel true |
| Thank God, uh |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| Honestly (What?) |
| I can’t wait 'til they break up (Oh, yeah) |
| So that I can get a shot at her spot, and if not, what’s the cost? |
| 'Cause the music’ll make up for it (Oh) |
| It would be so great, I would pay up for it |
| I could really use a break from that same love story |
| 'Cause that ain’t somethin' for me, I miss when I could relate to your |
| heartbreak |
| Want you to be happy, but only if it’s for our sake |
| Want you to be happy, but only if I can partake |
| And you know if you’re happy, the music’s probably crappy |
| And your songs’ll only light up the charts if they from the dark place |
| I’m your biggest fan, so I promise that’s what your art takes |
| And when you’re down, I’ll be there for you |
| When you finally outgrow that girl of yours (Haha) |
| She’s your world, of course, blah-blah, we get it |
| Nah-nah, if we met, you would not regret it |
| I promise |
| I searched my fake name and found a million results |
| But none have you |
| Thank God, yeah, uh, yeah |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| I’ve been on my own, the world’s just pixels on my phone |
| But you feel true |
| Thank God, uh |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| Let him slowly kill himself (Wait, wait, wait, wai-wai-wai-wai—) |
| It’s okay |
| We gon' need a bigger shelf (Keep, keep, keep, kee-kee-kee—) |
| It’s so great |
| Don’t do anythin' |
| That’s good for business (No, no, no—) |
| And even if we did |
| We know he wouldn’t listen anyways |
| Take our money, don’t stop it |
| And when you come down, write how you feel |
| Put it out, that’s a hit, thank you for the profit |
| Do it again 'cause you know that people want it (Yeah!—) |
| So look at you gettin' money and your crew gettin' money |
| But it makes you feel alone when you flaunt it |
| In a race against yourself to the bottom |
| Askin', «Ain't this everything I ever wanted?» |
| Yeah |
| I searched my fake name and found a million results |
| But none have you |
| Thank God, yeah, uh, yeah |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| I’ve been on my own, the world’s just pixels on my phone |
| But you feel true |
| Thank God, uh |
| Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah |
| Turn my branches into ashes |
| For your warmth and for your pleasure |
| Now I’m drownin' in reverbial screams |
| Disguised as an aesthetic |
| I’m a fucking guilty pleasure |
| I’m like Jaden Smith to you |
| You’ll never see me how I see me |
| I’m not an artist, and that’s okay |
| You’re the only thing that’s real |
| A bit of a futile exercise if you’re just going up the steps |