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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Smile |
| Good morn' or evening, friends |
| Smile, you recordin'? |
| Slammin' Bentley doors like we invented doors |
| 20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures |
| We drinkin' Cristal in, yeah |
| Kept the trey on me like Chris Paulin' |
| Drinkin' Ace of Spade like it’s codeine now |
| Tryna put a million on the whole team now |
| Push through the pain so we can see new life |
| So all the ladies havin' babies, see a sacrifice |
| Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian |
| Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian |
| Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate |
| Society shame and the pain was too much to take |
| Cried tears of joy when you fell in love |
| Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her |
| I just wanna see you smile through all the hate |
| Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake |
| Bad times turn to good memories, smile |
| Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile |
| Good times never fade away, smile |
| Even if I’m not with you here today, smile |
| Good morn' or evening, friends |
| Smile |
| Here’s your friendly announcer |
| Smile |
| Far as draft picks, my name did not get called |
| Bet before I go I put a billion on the board |
| Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen |
| Y’all knew that was comin', I had to remind y’all again, huh? |
| Flyin' paper planes through the projects |
| Now the whole projects on my jet |
| Now you see the real in the front row |
| In every one of y’all televised shows |
| Super facts |
| Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that |
| A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson |
| Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin' |
| Bad times turn to good memories, smile |
| Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile |
| Good times never fade away, smile |
| Even if I’m not with you here today, smile |
| Good morn' or evening, friends |
| I mastered my aesthetics |
| I know you often heard me wax poetic |
| 'Bout bein' back in the Lexus |
| But trust me, that was nothin' |
| A nigga up in the hundreds of millions |
| I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin', I’m that boy |
| Anita Baker’s «You Bring Me Joy» |
| Slappin' out of the toy, the separation is clear |
| In my rear-view mirror, objects is further than they appear |
| Oh yeah, I was born with a pair |
| Playin' for high stakes |
| Norman Cake, he looked up and out of the Lear |
| How niggas can’t relate? |
| Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake |
| Chargin' my own fate |
| Respect Jimmy Iovine |
| But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime |
| And niggas playin' for power, huh |
| So our music is ours |
| Niggas only own houses |
| Ours was, «Fuck you, pay me» |
| Now it’s, «Fuck payin' me, I pay you |
| Put the rest away for Blue» |
| That blood money, I giggle at it |
| Can’t even support my miss' habit |
| Jewelry shoppin' in Paris |
| All y’all jewelers should be embarrassed, huh |
| Blood diamonds drippin', we cute |
| I still ain’t trippin', that’s life, winners and losers |
| Drug dealers and abusers, America like me ruthless |
| My therapist said I relapsed |
| I said, «Prehaps I Freudian slipped in European whips» |
| God sent me to break the chain |
| I’m the true and livin' |
| God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain |
| A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ |
| Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you |
| Ahhhh, what did I do? |
| 'Cept try to free you |
| Niggas’ll love you but hate you 'cause they can’t be you |
| Dump 'em all in the bayou, uh |
| Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to |
| This was meant to be a haiku, huh |
| But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line |
| And too old, these that drugs |
| Heroin flow, I spaz on the stove |
| This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you? |
| Look, you a pedestrian |
| Don’t ever question the security I provided you |
| Oh y’all thought I was washed? |
| I’m at the cleaners |
| Launderin' dirty money like the teamsters, huh |
| Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church |
| When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt |
| Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work |
| Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt |
| Yet it’s legal in Colorado |
| Yeah, we deny |
| Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise |
| That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap |
| That’s why it’s called the project 'cause it’s exactly that |
| All these people was gon' kill me, heh |
| 'Cause the more I reveal me, the more they 'fraid of the real me |
| Welcome back Carter, smile |
| Living in the shadow |
| Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live? |
| In the shadows people see you as happy and free |
| Because that’s what you want them to see |
| Living two lives, happy, but not free |
| You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person |
| you love |
| The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free |
| But you live with the fear of just being me |
| Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be |
| No harm for them, no harm for me |
| But life is short, and it’s time to be free |
| Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed |
| Smile |