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  • Текст песни SABA - SMILE

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    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
    Two times slippin' off our feet, our sauce 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 mula rules
    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

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