J. Cole Crooked Smile
I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
You're the one that was tryna keep me way down
Like a sudden all you know if I'm on my way down
Look, They tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now
I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it
A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how
My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it
I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real
We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still
I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still
And they all look my eyebrows: thick as hell
Love yourself, girl, or nobody will
Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal
With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels
I feel for you
Killing yourself to find a man to kill for you
You wake up put make up on
Stare in the mirror but its clear you can’t face what’s wrong
No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on
Your homegirl yelling 'why you gotta take so long?'
What it likes to have a crooked smile, with crooked smile
This crooked smile
I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
You're the one that was tryna keep me way down
Like a sudden all you know if I'm on my way down
