[Hook]
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I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
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I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down
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You're the one that was tryna keep me way down
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Like a sudden all you know if I'm on my way down
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[Verse 1]
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Look – they tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now
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I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it
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A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how
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My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it
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I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real
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We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still
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I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still
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And they all look my eyebrows: thick as hell
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Love yourself, girl, or nobody will
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Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal
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With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels
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I feel for you…
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Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you
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You wake up, put makeup on
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Stare in the mirror but its clear that you can¡¯t face what¡¯s wrong
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No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on
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Your roommate yelling, “Why you gotta take so long?”
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What it's like to have a crooked smile
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This crooked smile…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darling
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You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling
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You keep falling victim cause you're insecure
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And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure
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Cause you see that no one wants you back and it got you asking
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So all you see is what you lacking, not what you packing
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Take it from a man that loves what you got
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And baby you're a star, don't let ‘em tell you you're not
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Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair
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Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care
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Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see
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That the hands can¡¯t touch
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That them broads can¡¯t be, and that¡¯s you
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Never let ‘em see your friend
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And if you need a friend to pick you up, I¡¯ll be around
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And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud
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I can tell you ain¡¯t laughed in a while
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But I wanna see that crooked smile
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[Hook]
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[Bridge 1]
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Crooked smile, we could style on ‘em (back 'round)
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Crooked smile, we could style on ‘em (back 'round)
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You¡¯re the one that was trying to keep me way down
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Like the sun, I know you know I found my way back 'round
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[Verse 3: J. Cole]
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We only fronting like the people on the screen
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You know them movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens
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But we got dreams and we got the right to chase ¡®em
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Look at the nation
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That¡¯s a crooked smile braces couldn¡¯t even straighten
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Seem like half the race is either on probation, or in jail
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Wonder why we inhale, cause we in hell already
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I asked if my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?
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Yo one more time for the ‘Ville
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And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga let¡¯s make a mil
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Hey officer man, we don¡¯t want nobody getting killed
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Just open up that cell, let my brother out of jail
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I got money for the bail now, well now.
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If you asking will I tell now? Hell naw
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I ain¡¯t snitching cause
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Man, they get them niggas stitches now
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If you was around, then you wouldn¡¯t need a witness now
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How you like this crooked smile?
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[Hook]
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[Bridge 2]
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Crooked Smile
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J. Cole |