Lyrics Crooked Smile - TLC , J. Cole
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
You're
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
Oh,
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
its
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
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
You're
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
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'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
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
You're
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
(back
'round)
(You're
the
one
that
was
trying
to
keep
me
way
down
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
mil'
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
naw
I
ain't
snitching
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?
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
I'm
on
my
way,
on
my
way,
on
my
way
down
You're
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
(back
'round)
(You're
the
one
that
was
trying
to
keep
me
way
down
Like
the
sun,
I
know
you
know
I
found
my
way
back
'round)
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