Smile [explicit]

Wale: Dear Ms. Lily, you got some nerve. In the sense of that sense deserve you to feel me. Kill me if I lie. Cause I ain't goin' down. Baby it's not obliged that I'm Mary J. Blige. Mean I'm not goin' cry. Oh well. Blowin' my hot air she waitin' to exhale, hell. Well, a sucka for a tale, my names Waley but they know out Wales. Yeah..