Crooked Smile (feat. TLC)

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 tryna 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 the 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 ya

Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for ya

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 paintbrush 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

You were the one that was tryna 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 darling

You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling

You keep falling 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 asking

So all you see is what you lacking, not what you packing

Take it from a man that loves what you got

And, baby girl, you a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not

Now is it real? eyebrow, 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 tryna 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 tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round

We don't look nothing like them 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, ****, 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, well now

If you asking will I tell now? Hell nah

I ain't snitching 'cause

Man, they give them **** 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

You were the one that was tryna 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 tryna keep me way down

But like the sun, know you know I found my way back 'round