J. Cole, TLC - Crooked Smile lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole, TLC - Crooked Smile lyrics]
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
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
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?
Even though I
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
(That 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
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
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
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
Back round you were the one that was
Tryna keep me way down but like the sun
Know you know I find my way back round
Back round you were the one that was
Tryna keep me way down but like the sun
Know you know I find my way back round round
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
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
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?
Even though I
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
(That 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
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
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la la
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
Back round you were the one that was
Tryna keep me way down but like the sun
Know you know I find my way back round
Back round you were the one that was
Tryna keep me way down but like the sun
Know you know I find my way back round round