Lyrics Smiling at the Ground - Quadeca

I searched my fake name and found a million results
But none have you (You)
Thank God, yeah, yeah
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah
I've been on my own, the world's just pixels on my phone
But you feel true
Thank God
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah

Honestly (What?)
I can't wait 'til they break up (Oh, yeah)
So that I can get a shot at her spot, and if not, what's the cost?
'Cause the music'll make up for it (Oh)
It would be so great, I would pay up for it
I could really use a break from that same love story
'Cause that ain't somethin' for me, I miss when I could relate to your heartbreak
Want you to be happy, but only if it's for our sake
Want you to be happy, but only if I can partake
And you know if you're happy, the music is probably crappy
And your songs'll only light up the charts if they from the dark place
I'm your biggest fan, so I promise that's what your art takes
And when you're down, I'll be there for you
When you finally outgrow that girl of yours (Haha)
She's your world, of course, blah-blah, we get it
Nah-nah, if we met, you would not regret it, I promise

I searched my fake name and found a million results
But none have you (You)
Thank God, yeah, yeah
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah
I've been on my own, the world's just pixels on my phone
But you feel true
Thank God (Yeah)
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah (Yeah)

Let him slowly kill himself (Wait, wait, wait, wait), it's okay
We gon' need a bigger shelf (Keep, keep, keep, keep), it's so great
Don't do anything that's good for business (No, no, no)
And even if we did, we know he wouldn't listen anyways
Take our money, don't stop it, and when you come down, write how you feel
Put it out, that's a hit, thank you for the profit, do it again 'cause you know that people want it (Yeah!)
So look at you gettin' money and your crew gettin' money, but it makes you feel alone when you flaunt it
In a race against yourself to the bottom, askin', "Ain't this everything I ever wanted?" Yeah

I searched my fake name and found a million results
But none have you
Thank God, yeah, yeah
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah
I've been on my own, the world's just pixels on my phone (Yeah)
But you feel true
Thank God (Yeah)
Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah (Yeah)

Turn my branches into ashes
For your warmth and for your pleasure
Now I'm drownin' in reverbial screams
Disguised as an aesthetic
I'm a fucking guilty pleasure
I'm like Jaden Smith to you
You'll never see me how I see me
I'm not an artist, and that's okay

(You're the only thing that's real)

("A bit of a futile exercise if you're just going up the steps.")