SMILE Saba

[Pre-Chorus: Saba]
Sweet Westside Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy
Bank account splotchy
And we talk like we from the South
Our parents' parents from the South
And if I make a million dollars (Ah, ah)
I'll vacation in the South, and I'll

[Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy]
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

[Verse: Saba]
Yeah, warm outside and safe out, playground, Grandma payroll cut, yeah
Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
Tube socks slipping off our feet, our soles is hella black
When we die we go to Heaven, know my granny taught me that
(Oh, oh-oh-oh) I done lost a friend or two, they moved
Got in trouble for they French, and I ain't mean no "Moulin Rouge"
My backyard that two-on-two, our whole neighborhood unite
I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the lights
Life, I be taking for granted, capture the moment, the Canon
My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail
I sat him down, asked his plan, he said, "This shit sell itself"
Grandma said, "What is that smell?"
We turn to Boomhauer like we on "King of the Hill"
Niggas talk that they gon' keep it a hundred, but I rather keep it a mil'
Everybody eat, I treat it like Heath, so that mean it's not a joke
I said I'ma keep it Amel Larrieux—that mean a higher note
My grandma from Pinkhill, and my granddaddy from Houston
And if I make a million dollars, then I'ma tell them we moving