SMILE

[Pre-Chorus: Saba] Sweet Westside 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 (Ah, ah) I'll vacation in the South, and I'll [Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy] Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile [Verse: Saba] Yeah, warm outside and safe out, playground, Grandma payroll cut, yeah Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah Tube socks slipping 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 French, and I ain't mean no "Moulin Rouge" My backyard that two-on-two, our whole neighborhood unite I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the lights Life, I be taking 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 said, "What is that smell?" We turn to Boomhauer like we on "King of the Hill" Niggas talk that they gon' keep it a hundred, but I rather keep it a mil' Everybody eat, I treat it like Heath, so that mean it's not a joke I said I'ma keep it Amel Larrieux—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 [Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy] Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile [Bridge: Saba; Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Saba] Sweet Westside 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 (Oww) Our parents' parents from the South And if I make a million dollars I'll vacation in the South, and I'll [Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT, and Seanzy] Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile Smile, smile, smile, smile