ALL SMILES ft. dylAn Lyrics

It's young Christian, the young sculptor young artist

Walk in the kitchen mix the coke up with the sawdust

Everyone around here wanna be important

Every car around here not one single foreign

The stature of his attitude it gotta be enormous

The aroma so potent smell it when the doors open

Get a new bitch who's important share emotions

All the people stop and stares when she walks she is gorgeous

This rap shit's gotta be your main focus to make the Forbes list

You don't need your cheap brunch save up for your main courses

Keep working on your newer shit if you want hold these torches

Humble on your braggish shit's okay but not the notion

Washed up on some features and that shit's become apparent

Keep working on your verses so there ain't no more comparing

Just listen to the people they know what's good and what isn't

Keep working on your vices cause on day you'll have your moment

Imma give you some advice Imma just Imma make it right for you check this out

Yo Christian listen this really the mission all of them niggas is tripping fool

And if I were you my fam fit in inter tube Nova Scotia code like an igloo

Watch your back closely don't call your family the homies

Unless they're really the crodies unless the really gon have your back

And that's right, don't turn around and them niggas hold knives

And that's slight, unless you gonna get into a fight not a two liter in sight and that's the

That's the art of peer pressure, smoking off my endorsements

That shit killing off my soul, murdering my endorphins

Hollering at bigger people, hoping they would notice

I just had to tell myself to, find out what's important

Got a new girl my free time becoming we time, give myself some meditation just so I can rest my eyes

I just had to take a step back and pick my brain apart, looking at my new shit now my hearts become my art

I just wanted out the dark I went and found some better light, we just moved into the house I saw the bills and paid the price

Can't think about this darker shit I refrain and close my eyes

Now I lay in bed at night knowing everything is fine

That's the art of peer pressure, smoking off my endorsements

That shit killing off my soul, murdering my endorphins

Hollering at bigger people, hoping they would notice

I just had to tell myself to, find out what's important