Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SMILE , by - SABA. Song from the album CARE FOR ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Saba Pivot
Song language: English
SMILE |
| Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment |
| Red brick and garden, that’s been forgotten |
| Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchy |
| And we talk like we from the south |
| Our parents' parents from the south |
| And if I make a million dollars |
| I’ll vacation in the south, and I’ll |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah |
| Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah |
| Tube socks slippin' off our feet, our soles is hella black |
| When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that |
| Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved |
| Got in trouble for they fetchin', I ain’t mean no Moulin Rouge |
| My bag got that two on two, our whole neighborhood unite |
| I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn’t pay the light |
| Life, I be takin' for granted, capture the moment, the Canon |
| My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail |
| I sat him down, asked his plan, he said, «This shit sell itself» |
| Grandma say, «What is that smell?» |
| We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill |
| Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil' |
| Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it’s not a joke |
| I said I’ma keep it a mil', the rule, that mean a higher note |
| My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston |
| And if I make a million dollars, then I’ma tell them we movin' |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| All that I am is my family mistakes |
| Moment of madness I can’t seem to evade |
| More than a canvas, you carry me these days |
| Practice, I’m trying to remember, remember |
| All that I am is my family mistakes |
| Moment of madness I can’t seem to evade |
| More than a canvas, you carry me these days |
| Practice, I’m trying to remember, remember |
| Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment |
| Red brick and garden, that’s been forgotten |
| Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, back account splotchy |
| And we talk like we from the south |
| Our parents' parents from the south |
| And if I make a million dollars |
| I’ll vacation in the south, and I’ll |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |
| Smile, smile, smile, smile |