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Kevin Gates - Smiling Faces [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
The Featherstones
The Featherstones
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Featherstone
Christopher Featherstone
Songwriter
Justin Featherstone
Justin Featherstone
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Matthew Featherstone
Matthew Featherstone
Songwriter
William Featherstone
William Featherstone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Featherstones
The Featherstones
Producer

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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 the word from above, placing my heart in this message Evil's after your soul, people smart with deceptions Keep the 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 catching a body God protected my body, I fear no nigga breathing I feel David and Goliath, 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 5:00 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 "Bae, it's okay", 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? 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
Writer(s): Christopher Featherstone, Justin Featherstone, William Featherstone, Kevin Gilyard, Matthew Featherstone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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