Smiling at the Ground - Quadeca

I searched my fake name and found a million results

But none have you

Thank God, yeah, uh, 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, uh

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’s 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

Thank God, yeah, uh, 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, uh

Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, yeah

Let him slowly kill himself (Wait, wait, wait, wai-wai-wai-wai—)

It’s okay

We gon' need a bigger shelf (Keep, keep, keep, kee-kee-kee—)

It’s so great

Don’t do anythin'

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, uh, 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, uh

Always lookin' down, yeah, smilin' at the ground, 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