Smiling Faces - Kevin Gates

Say bruh, I love you to death but bitch you gon' hit it, or you gon' lay on top

of it

Get the fuck up nigga, you ain’t dead yet

Just got this word from above, placing my heart in this message

Evil’s after your soul, people smart with deceptions

Keep a sharp observation, allowing no infiltration

Of those you let in your circle

They get the chance, they gon' hurt you

They be counting your pockets and you can tell by they comments

Incident with my car, when my nigga wanted to drive it

I told him no, he flashed out, texting my phone talking violent

And told me put him in a song and he was catchin' a body

God protected my body, I fear no nigga breathin'

I feel like David and Goliath, a hungry pack of hyenas

Showing they teeth when I’m eating

Bitch, do it look like I’m cheesing?

Took my lick like a man

Then came home to the streets

No defeat!

When everyone’s around I bet you had a ball

Killing emotional attachments with the alcohol

They say they love you and that for you they do anything

You find it awkward that their eyes don’t say the same thing

Changing, lately, beware of smiling faces

Entangling, betraying, beware of smiling faces

These murders weigh on my conscience as I take too many showers

I need a woman to hold me, help me forget all my problems

It’s 5 a.

m in Toronto, being she down here for college

She says her major’s psychology we’re both into astrology

This moscato was sweet, inhaling sticks of this broccoli

Hard to sleep on the side of me, seeming too much is bothering me

Memories haunting me, jumping up out my sleep

She might say «Babe it’s OK», then put me straight back to sleep

I do this three or four times, my life on constant repeat

Reason I can’t quit syrup, my anxiety be fucking with me

Every bitch I’m with, find out I ain’t shit

After three weeks of just fucking with me

It’s a fucked up feeling when you looking in the mirror

Everybody just pretending they fucking with me

Who fucking with me?!