제공
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
J. Cole
보컬
Ron Gilmore
건반
Dave Linaburg
기타
Courtnee Rose
타악기
Al Carty
베이스
John Patitucci
베이스
Rachel Calin
베이스
The Blessed Choir
합창단
Joanna Maurer
퍼스트 바이올린
Annaliesa Place
바이올린
Suzanne Ornstein
바이올린
David Southhorn
바이올린
Shmuel Katz
비올라
Milena Pajaro-Van De Stadt
비올라
Desiree Elsevier
비올라
Kyle Armbrust
비올라
Jerry Grossman
첼로
Maureen McDermott
첼로
Mary Wooten
첼로
Christine Kim
첼로
Meleni Smith
보컬
Alvin Fields
합창단 감독
Sandra Park
실연자
Ann Lehmann
바이올린
Jennifer Hudson
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
Jung Sun Yoo
바이올린
Rozonda Thomas
보컬
Tionne Watkins
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Meleni Smith
송라이터
Rich Harrison
송라이터
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
송라이터
Ken Lewis
현악기 편곡가
Pete Whitfield
오케스트레이터
Alvin Fields
합창단 편곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
J. Cole
프로듀서
Mark Pitts
책임 프로듀서
Roc Nation
책임 프로듀서
Elite
공동 프로듀서
Juro "Mez" Davis
믹싱 엔지니어
Sam Giannelli
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
Ken Lewis
엔지니어
Hanan Rubinstein
보컬 레코딩 엔지니어
Brent Kolatalo
엔지니어
Fred Sladkey
엔지니어
Tyler Hartman
엔지니어
Daniel Recinos
어시스턴트 엔지니어
가사
Even though I-
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
They tell me I should fix my grill 'cause I got money now
I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it
A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how
My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it
I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real
We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still
I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still
And they all look like my eyebrows, thick as hell
Love yourself, girl, or nobody will
Though you a woman I don't know how you deal
With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels
I feel for you
Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you
You wake up, put makeup on
Stare in the mirror but it's clear that you can't face what's wrong
No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on
Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?"
What it's like to have a crooked smile
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down (This crooked smile)
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darlin'
You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not callin'
You keep fallin' victim 'cause you're insecure
And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure
'Cause he don't seem to want you back
And it's got you askin'
So all you see is what you lackin' not what you packin'
Take it from a man that loves what you got
And baby girl you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not
Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair
Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care
'Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see
That the hands can't touch
That them broads can't be, and that's you
Never let 'em see you frown
And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around
And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud
I can tell you ain't laughed in a while
But I wanna see that crooked smile
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (Back 'round)
Crooked smile, we could style on 'em
You're the one that was tryin' to keep me way down
But like the sun, I know you know I found my way back 'round
We don't look nothing like the people on the screen
You know them movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens
But we got dreams and we got the right to chase 'em
Look at the nation
That's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten
Seem like half the race is either on probation, or in jail
Wonder why we inhale, 'cause we in hell already
I asked if my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?
But one more time for the 'Ville
And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga let's make a mill'
Hey officer man, we don't want nobody getting killed
Just open up that cell, let my brother out of jail
I got money for the bail now and well now
If you askin' will I tell now? Ayy, hell nah
I ain't snitchin' 'cause
Man, they get them niggas stitches now
If you was around, then you wouldn't need a witness now
How you like this crooked smile?
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down (That crooked smile)
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (Back 'round)
Crooked smile, we could style on 'em
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
Back 'round
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
Back 'round
You were the one that was trying to keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round
'Round
Writer(s): Rich Harrison, Anthony Parrino, Jermaine L. Cole, Meleni Smith
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