Smile
[Hook: Nxle]
I got more verses lined up than a pastor
But you know I've been lying on the floor crying eyes out
Pain without a sound, chasin' life around
Depression, it abounds
I've been breaking down
Feel like I could drown
Turn that smile to a frown

[Verse 1: Nxle]
I been stuck sailing, surfing some stormy seas
I wanna hop on these beats
But I can't, my health's been worse than pommes frites
And when I tried I could only come up with cheese
Ball shit like this bullshit where I try and flex
Even though I ain't got shit on my checks
I've been trying to work but I've been too depressed
My homies called, told me I was up next
I never wanted to come back at some points
I been busy burning sorrows up with dumb joins
But I gotta come back just to chase coins
Imma hoist this shit
This depression that has kept me from stayin' lit
I'm displaying it
Motherfuckers thought I was gone, cause pain's a bitch
But I'll take a nighttime walk just to shrug shit off
Tell myself my trouble's fake and my thoughts are soft
Pour me a drank
I don't need feelings, I need to escape
Roll up the dank
I got no place in this world, what's my appeal?
Why do I feel as though I'd get a deal?
Does anybody ever listen for real?
I don't think so, but what do I know
I'm just some fucking dude with a microphone
[Verse 2: Lou-e]
Really sad all the time
I don't even make any fucking music
I don't really know what I'm doing with my life
Hope I'm not wasting my time
But I'm back, making moves
Feeling so down, all you ever get is frowns
You only go left if you aren't going right
Sorry I don't smile no mo'
But I'm back doing music and I'm back in my ways
Got too much ash in my trays
I'm not getting laid and I'm not getting paid
Laid back on the couch eatin' on some Lays
Yeah, I feel like life's made me its slave
Either go to college or work in a trade
Stuck chasing empty checks
Knock on the door, yeah, I'm scared to death
Yeah, I hold my breath, pray it's not the ATF
Open up, it's just the homie Jeff
He said "cook a beat, you the fucking chef" (you the chef)

[Hook: Nxle]
I got more verses lined up than a pastor
But you know I've been lying on the floor crying eyes out
Pain without a sound, chasin' life around
Depression, it abounds
I've been breaking down
Feel like I could drown
Turn that smile to a frown