K-Rino, Klondike Kat, Z-Ro - Wish I Could Smile lyrics
[K-Rino, Klondike Kat, Z-Ro - Wish I Could Smile lyrics]
Everybody know how much hate
This world brung out
I guess that’s why babies be
Screaming when they come out
Minute after minute
Struggle can’t take one off
The days is even dark
Somebody musta pissed the Sun off
Now, how the hell am I
Supposed to smile at that?
Never understood how boys be cheesing
When their pockets flat
Can’t help slackers, gotta cut the love off
Hanging ‘round broke people
Broke thoughts rubbed off
I don’t do nothing for the sound of applause
The only thing I truly own can
Be found in my drawers
Frustration and aggravation
What’s the number one cause?
Inside of fake homies, haters
Baby mamas and laws
My own problem, I can’t iron it out
So now I’m crying every night
On my psychiatrist’s couch going in
Thinking ‘bout my dead partners
And I teared up life is so cold
I watch the news to get cheered up
I wish I could smile, baby
Ninety percent of the time
I usually don’t give a fuck
I’m cool but everybody around me so fucked up
I say I wish I could smile, baby
Life is a bitch then you die
Maybe then me and my people can smile
Y’all already know it’s been hard and
Sometimes I wanted to die
And since I never been too much
Of a man to cry
Many days with a face full of water
Stressing like I wonder if my
Daughter’s really my daughter
Bitchass IRS done froze all
Of my bank accounts
Keith Harris, I’ma whoop your ass for that
Just giving you something to think about
Tampering with evidence and
Misdemeanor possessions
State troopers treated a nigga like they
Saw me with a weapon
Attorney general so greedy, they like
"We need mo’ that’s all you got
Mr mcVey? Ain’t you a CEO?"
It might be easy for you to smile
But, you ain’t me
Been on probation since February
But, I still ain’t free
2Pac said you gotta find a way
To smile through the bullshit
Otherwise, every ten seconds, you’ll be like
"This some bullshit"
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn’t blessed
I’d probably try to blow my brains out smile
I wish I could smile, baby
Ninety percent of the time
I usually don’t give a fuck
I’m cool but everybody around me so fucked up
I say I wish I could smile, baby
Life is a bitch then you die
Maybe then me and my people can smile
You niggas rather see me frowning
Than smiling and getting it
But, I been had the world on
My shoulders, I’m a soldier
God is my witness
Better know the street life will turn you out
But, if you a street nigga
That 9-to-5 might burn you out
So you thinking of a better way to get cash
Dodging the feds and the dope pad
I10 with a chicken and a dough
Stack as the world turns slow, i move fast
X on my back and the penitentiary on my heels
Got me weaving through these snakes
Ready to bust the steel, peel at will
That’s real, so why in the fuck would
I trust y’all haters?
Y’all ain’t ‘bout that gangsta shit
You can put my name on some paper
Ain’t no loyalty in you
Ain’t no rules that you play by
It’s cutthroat on everybody for the
Fame and the stay fly
Is you serious? I thank God for
The mind that he gave me
To help me navigate the street life
And to slip these shadies
Klondike Kat gon’ keep them snakes back
‘cause they hatin’ is crazy
But, I’ma stay forever real until they
Dirt and they grave me, that’s why I smile
This world brung out
I guess that’s why babies be
Screaming when they come out
Minute after minute
Struggle can’t take one off
The days is even dark
Somebody musta pissed the Sun off
Now, how the hell am I
Supposed to smile at that?
Never understood how boys be cheesing
When their pockets flat
Can’t help slackers, gotta cut the love off
Hanging ‘round broke people
Broke thoughts rubbed off
I don’t do nothing for the sound of applause
The only thing I truly own can
Be found in my drawers
Frustration and aggravation
What’s the number one cause?
Inside of fake homies, haters
Baby mamas and laws
My own problem, I can’t iron it out
So now I’m crying every night
On my psychiatrist’s couch going in
Thinking ‘bout my dead partners
And I teared up life is so cold
I watch the news to get cheered up
I wish I could smile, baby
Ninety percent of the time
I usually don’t give a fuck
I’m cool but everybody around me so fucked up
I say I wish I could smile, baby
Life is a bitch then you die
Maybe then me and my people can smile
Y’all already know it’s been hard and
Sometimes I wanted to die
And since I never been too much
Of a man to cry
Many days with a face full of water
Stressing like I wonder if my
Daughter’s really my daughter
Bitchass IRS done froze all
Of my bank accounts
Keith Harris, I’ma whoop your ass for that
Just giving you something to think about
Tampering with evidence and
Misdemeanor possessions
State troopers treated a nigga like they
Saw me with a weapon
Attorney general so greedy, they like
"We need mo’ that’s all you got
Mr mcVey? Ain’t you a CEO?"
It might be easy for you to smile
But, you ain’t me
Been on probation since February
But, I still ain’t free
2Pac said you gotta find a way
To smile through the bullshit
Otherwise, every ten seconds, you’ll be like
"This some bullshit"
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn’t blessed
I’d probably try to blow my brains out smile
I wish I could smile, baby
Ninety percent of the time
I usually don’t give a fuck
I’m cool but everybody around me so fucked up
I say I wish I could smile, baby
Life is a bitch then you die
Maybe then me and my people can smile
You niggas rather see me frowning
Than smiling and getting it
But, I been had the world on
My shoulders, I’m a soldier
God is my witness
Better know the street life will turn you out
But, if you a street nigga
That 9-to-5 might burn you out
So you thinking of a better way to get cash
Dodging the feds and the dope pad
I10 with a chicken and a dough
Stack as the world turns slow, i move fast
X on my back and the penitentiary on my heels
Got me weaving through these snakes
Ready to bust the steel, peel at will
That’s real, so why in the fuck would
I trust y’all haters?
Y’all ain’t ‘bout that gangsta shit
You can put my name on some paper
Ain’t no loyalty in you
Ain’t no rules that you play by
It’s cutthroat on everybody for the
Fame and the stay fly
Is you serious? I thank God for
The mind that he gave me
To help me navigate the street life
And to slip these shadies
Klondike Kat gon’ keep them snakes back
‘cause they hatin’ is crazy
But, I’ma stay forever real until they
Dirt and they grave me, that’s why I smile