He to Saint
Nothing counts as much as money
Get the paper, count the hundreds
I'm as fake as silver lining
Corleone when I'm funny
Ticky tacky, milk and honey
Another space in this room
Another bible's what I'm writing
Lit a fire, in the fumes
Like Mardi Gras in the morning
Living life with the moon
Outta line, out of view
I'm supersonic in this room
Went supersonic with the-
Woo, I just landed in it
Seven seas in my dresser, I'm outta pocket with it
Addin' bandwidth to the stretcher, laggin' fuckin' fiction
Counterfeiting with the strings on my linen
Been the mission, woah, yeah (super serious)
You gon' stare at your TV, I'm moving through it
A poltergeist at the crib, baby, please, I'm civil
With all these rings on my left hand, I better marry
Touching me is a hell nah, your hail Mary
You're in suicide watch over Saint Laurent
Walk around, I ain't know you made Thriller, huh?
Fix your face, fix those pockets, be more civil, huh?
Of fucking course, I'm the damn devil in your eyes
Rockstar level on demand, I gotta get it poppin'
Rose gold, silver chain, golden apple, keep it rockin'
Another body just done switched up, another body droppin'
Top hat shit, pull a rabbit, call it Easter bunny, woah
Said I'm looking for a friend, not a sermon
Said I'm looking for the queen, not a servant
I ain't looking for assist, I'm on king shit, damn
Turned golden boy, homie, real quick damn
You're in suicide watch over Saint Laurent
Walk around, I ain't know you made thriller, huh?
Fix your face, fix those pockets, be more civil, huh?
Of fucking course, I'm the damn devil in your eyes
Heavy breathing
Everybody, everywhere is barely living
What is truth if not your word? Then baby, keep it
That smile is a shame if you don't feel it, you don't need it
You said you feel safe with it so I'll wear it
Ooh, I'll wear it
Ooh
Gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Get the paper, count the hundreds
I'm as fake as silver lining
Corleone when I'm funny
Ticky tacky, milk and honey
Another space in this room
Another bible's what I'm writing
Lit a fire, in the fumes
Like Mardi Gras in the morning
Living life with the moon
Outta line, out of view
I'm supersonic in this room
Went supersonic with the-
Woo, I just landed in it
Seven seas in my dresser, I'm outta pocket with it
Addin' bandwidth to the stretcher, laggin' fuckin' fiction
Counterfeiting with the strings on my linen
Been the mission, woah, yeah (super serious)
You gon' stare at your TV, I'm moving through it
A poltergeist at the crib, baby, please, I'm civil
With all these rings on my left hand, I better marry
Touching me is a hell nah, your hail Mary
You're in suicide watch over Saint Laurent
Walk around, I ain't know you made Thriller, huh?
Fix your face, fix those pockets, be more civil, huh?
Of fucking course, I'm the damn devil in your eyes
Rockstar level on demand, I gotta get it poppin'
Rose gold, silver chain, golden apple, keep it rockin'
Another body just done switched up, another body droppin'
Top hat shit, pull a rabbit, call it Easter bunny, woah
Said I'm looking for a friend, not a sermon
Said I'm looking for the queen, not a servant
I ain't looking for assist, I'm on king shit, damn
Turned golden boy, homie, real quick damn
You're in suicide watch over Saint Laurent
Walk around, I ain't know you made thriller, huh?
Fix your face, fix those pockets, be more civil, huh?
Of fucking course, I'm the damn devil in your eyes
Heavy breathing
Everybody, everywhere is barely living
What is truth if not your word? Then baby, keep it
That smile is a shame if you don't feel it, you don't need it
You said you feel safe with it so I'll wear it
Ooh, I'll wear it
Ooh
Gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Gotta smile, c'mon gotta smile
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Guzman
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