Smile Lyrics - Saba

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 

[Chorus] 

Smile, smile, smile, smile 

Smile, smile, smile, smile 

Smile, smile, smile, smile 

Smile, smile, smile, smile 

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[Verse] 

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 moving 

Photos 

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