SMILE
Saba Lyrics


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Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah
Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
Two times slippin' off our feet, our sauce is hella black
When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that
Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved
Got in trouble for they fetchin', I ain't mean no mula rules
My bag got that two on two, our whole neighborhood unite
I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the light
Life, I be takin' for granted, capture the moment, the Canon
My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail
I sat him down, asked his plan, he said, "This shit sell itself"
Grandma say, "What is that smell?"
We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill
Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil'
Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it's not a joke
I said I'ma keep it a mil', the rule, that mean a higher note
My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston
And if I make a million dollars, then I'ma tell them we movin'

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember
All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, back account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile




Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of the song, Saba describes his upbringing in a two-flat apartment on the west side of Chicago that has been neglected, with a splotchy garden, grass and vacant lot. He mentions that he and those around him talk like they're from the south, which is likely due to their ancestors being from the south. Saba dreams of making a million dollars and vacationing in the south.


The second verse talks about Saba's childhood memories of playing on a safe playground with his cousins, dreaming of their futures. He also speaks about losing friends who had to move away or got in trouble with the law. He describes his community coming together, even though they may be involved in illegal activities, to support one another. He raps about his family's roots in Pinkhill and Houston and hopes to one day make enough money to move them to a better place.


The chorus "Smile, smile, smile, smile" seems to be a reminder to himself and those around him to find joy in life despite the struggles and challenges they may face. It could also be interpreted as a way to mask or hide their pain with a smile.


Overall, the song speaks to the resilience and strength of Saba and his community in the face of adversity. Despite the poverty, violence, and loss they experience, they remain hopeful for a better future and find ways to support each other in their struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Saba describes his hometown, a two-flat apartment in the west side of Chicago


Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
The apartment building is made of red brick and the garden is now abandoned


Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchy
The grass is patchy, there are abandoned lots nearby, and the residents struggle financially


And we talk like we from the south
Despite living in Chicago, the residents speak with a southern accent


Our parents' parents from the south
This is likely due to their parents or grandparents coming from the south


And if I make a million dollars
Saba dreams of making a lot of money


I'll vacation in the south, and I'll
He plans to use that money to vacation in the south


Smile, smile, smile, smile
Saba repeats the chorus, emphasizing the importance of smiling and staying positive


Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah
Saba reminisces about playing outside with his cousins in a safe playground, while his grandma struggled financially


Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
He has fond memories of playing and talking with his cousins, and dreaming about their future


Two times slippin' off our feet, our sauce is hella black
They often slip and fall, and their shoes are blackened from their neighborhood


When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that
Saba's grandmother taught him religious beliefs about an afterlife


Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved
Saba has lost friends who have moved away from the neighborhood


Got in trouble for they fetchin', I ain't mean no mula rules
Some of his friends got into trouble for stealing, but Saba himself does not follow those rules


My bag got that two on two, our whole neighborhood unite
Saba's bag has a design representing their neighborhood, and it brings everyone together


I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the light
Saba helped out his family by paying for a hotel when they faced financial difficulties


Life, I be takin' for granted, capture the moment, the Canon
Saba feels he takes life for granted and tries to capture moments with his camera


My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail
His cousin sells drugs and received a shipment in the mail


I sat him down, asked his plan, he said, "This shit sell itself"
Saba talked to his cousin about his drug selling business and his cousin believes the product will sell easily


Grandma say, "What is that smell?"
His grandmother notices the smell of drugs in the neighborhood


We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill
Boomhauer is a character from King of the Hill who speaks incoherently, and they imitate him in a lighthearted moment


Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil'
People claim to be honest and keep it 100, but Saba would rather keep it a million by making a lot of money


Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it's not a joke
Saba takes the idea of everyone eating seriously, like it's something important that shouldn't be joked about


I said I'ma keep it a mil', the rule, that mean a higher note
Saba plans to keep striving for a million dollars, which represents a higher level of success


My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston
Saba's grandparents come from Pinkhill and Houston


And if I make a million dollars, then I'ma tell them we movin'
If Saba makes a lot of money, he plans to move his grandparents from their current location


All that I am is my family mistakes
Saba recognizes that his family has made mistakes and that those mistakes are a part of who he is


Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
There are some difficult moments that Saba cannot seem to avoid


More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Saba is grateful for the people in his life who support him emotionally


Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember
Saba is practicing and trying to remember important things in his life to help him stay grounded and focused




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Tahj Malik Chandler

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@user-ru5fw4ht1r

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah
Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
Two times slippin' off our feet, our sauce is hella black
When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that
Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved
Got in trouble for they fetchin'
I ain't mean no mula rules
My bag got that two on two
Our whole neighborhood unite
I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the light
Life, I be takin' for granted, capture the moment, the Canon
My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail
I sat him down, asked his plan,
He said, This shit sell itself
Grandma say, "What is that smell?"
We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill
Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil'
Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it's not a joke
I said I'ma keep it a mil', the rule, that mean a higher note
My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston
And if I make a million dollars,
Then I'ma tell them we moving

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember
All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, back account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

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@lehlohonolomnyambo2221

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah
Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
Tube socks slippin' off our feet, our soles is hella black
When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that
Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved
Got in trouble for they fetchin', I ain't mean no Moulin Rouge
My bag got that two on two, our whole neighborhood unite
I put my fam' in a hotel when they couldn't pay the light
Life, I be takin' for granted, capture the moment, the Canon
My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail
I sat him down, asked his plan, he said, "This shit sell itself"
Grandma say, "What is that smell?"
We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill
Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil'
Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it's not a joke
I said I'ma keep it a mil', the rule, that mean a higher note
My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston
And if I make a million dollars, then I'ma tell them we movin'

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile

All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember
All that I am is my family mistakes
Moment of madness I can't seem to evade
More than a canvas, you carry me these days
Practice, I'm trying to remember, remember

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment
Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten
Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, back account splotchy
And we talk like we from the south
Our parents' parents from the south
And if I make a million dollars
I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile



All comments from YouTube:

@alyssaglass1274

saba is going to go so far one day, i can almost promise it

@temery24

hes gonna make it no question in my mind

@ajaxdgonzo7263

Tanner Emery I don’t think he cares that much he’s doing well for himself he’s probably more tryna take care of his family and enjoy life

@d-ron2102

I've never loved an album this much before

@orange1326

Endreld have you heard Nonames album

@d-ron2102

Orange 13 which one

@orange1326

Endreld Telefone

@d-ron2102

Orange 13 Im litening to it, its amazing so far

@makaylacawley5337

RELATABLE

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@BlankPursuit

i got no idea why but this song straight up made me cry the first time i heard it, there's something overwhelmingly beautiful about it

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