CROOKED SMILE MOVIE
CROOKED SMILE WINDOWS

Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We don't look nothin' like the people on the screen You know, the movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens But we got dreams and we got the right to chase ‘em Look at the nation That’s a crooked smile braces couldn’t even straighten Seem like half the race is either on probation or in jail Wonder why we inhale, ‘cause we in Hell already I ask: If my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele? But one more time for the 'Ville And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga, let’s make a mil Hey officer man, we don’t want nobody gettin' killed Just open up that cell, let my brother outta jail I got money for the bail now, and well now If you askin' will I tell now-ayy, hell nah I ain’t snitchin' 'cause, man, they get them niggas stitches now If you was around then you wouldn’t need a witness now How you like this crooked smile?

CROOKED SMILE WINDOWS

Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down ( This crooked smile) You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round ( Yeah) To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard, my darling You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling You keep falling victim ‘cause you're insecure And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure ‘Cause he don't seem to want you back and it's got you askin' So all you see is what you lackin', not what you packin' Take it from a man that loves what you got And baby girl, you a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair Is it real? If it's not, girl, you don't care ‘Cause what's real is somethin' that the eyes can't see That the hands can’t touch, that them broads can’t be And that’s you, never let 'em see your frown And if you need a friend to pick you up, I’ll be around And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud I can tell you ain’t laughed in a while But I wanna see that crooked smile

Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round 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 the 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 like my eyebrows: thick as hell Love yourself, girl, or nobody will Though 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, killin' yourself to find a man that'll kill for you You wake up, put makeup on Stare in the mirror, but it's clear that you can’t face what’s wrong No need to fix what God already put his paintbrush on Your roommate yelling, 'Why you gotta take so long?!' What it's like to have a crooked smile

Crooked smile