Smile/Petty (feat. Sonyae Elise)

作曲：Brandon Anderson,Keifer Shackleford,Matthew Merisola

What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?

If I close my eyes to your **, I could still smell it on you

I could smell it from a mile away

You can't be the truth and be loved

Oh no, hey

Make up your mind, baby

What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?

Let me ask this, just what does it take to be the apple of your iris?

How much of this ** until we reach the pasture?

Ain't no need to gas me, it was lit from the lashes

Back when chit-chattin' casually 'bout how you think monogamy is somethin' of the past

But, baby girl, your actions speak somethin' totally opposite

And you have to pardon me, 'cause I am a dog, you see

And if you lead me to park, I break up off the leash

What is it about my smile that would make you ponder kickin' dirt in my water?

Spillin' bleach in the laundry bag and stressin' my momma

Pushin' dents in my armor, scratchin', dentin' my Pontiac

**, are you off your **?

I'll bag another one just to piss you off and **

Don't make me put the ** I bought you up for auction, **

Hold on, hold the ** up

Pause this **

My lady drives me high up the wall

She keeps me up and locked in the bathin' room

Why am I screamin' at the top of my lungs?

When she can't hear a word that I say to her?

You petty, petty **, (Huh, petty)

Calculate (All of it)

Trackin' (All of it)

All of this (Bullshit)

Worthless **, you packaged up

Don't stop my **, (All of it, all of it, all)

**, now you know that was totally out of pocket

Would've let me fall off

(Would you catch me when I fall?)

I won't sweat the small stuff

(No more chasin' business, no)

I can't keep from fallin' off

Keep me from these useless **es, these ruthless leeches

I might catch you all alone

(I don't need it, I don't need it!)

Now bro, he lends me no help at all

He's out there chasin' money that's far too small

Lately, he's talkin' 'bout investin' withdraw

But the loan for which you owe me is far from paid off

Oh, Lord

You petty, petty **, (Huh, petty)

Calculate (All of it)

Trackin' (All of it)

All of this (Bullshit)

Worthless **, you packaged up

Don't stop my **, (All of it, all of it, all)

**, now you know that was totally out of pocket