Smile / Petty lyrics

[Intro]
What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?
If I close my eyes to your bullsh*t, I could still smell it on you
I could smell it from a mile away
You can't be the truth and the lie
Oh no, hey
Make up your mind, baby
What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?

[Verse 1]
Let me ask this, just what does it take to be the apple of your iris?
How much of this bullsh*t until we reach the pasture?
Ain't no need to gas me, it was lit from the lashes
Back when chit-chattin' casually 'bout how you think monogamy is somethin' of the past
But, baby girl, your actions speak somethin' totally opposite
And you have to pardon me, 'cause I am a dog, you see
And if you lead me to the park, I break up off the leash
What is it about my smile that would make you ponder kickin' dirt in my water?
Spillin' bleach in the laundry bag and stressin' my momma
Pushin' dents in my armor, scratchin', dentin' my Pontiac
b*tch, are you off your sh*t?
I bag another one just to p*ss you off and sh*t
Don't make me put the sh*t I bought you up for auction, b*tch

[Break]
Hold on, hold the f*ck up
Pause this sh*t
[Verse 2]
My lady drives me high up the wall
She keeps me up and locked in the bathin' room
Why am I screamin' at the top of my lungs?
When she can't hear a word that I say to her?

[Chorus]
You petty, petty b*tch, (Huh, petty)
Calculate (All of it)
Trackin' (All of it)
All of this (Bullsh*t)
Worthless sh*t, you packaged up
Tossed out my sh*t, (All of it, all of it, all)
b*tch, now you know that was totally out of pocket

[Break]
Would've let me fall off
(Would you catch me when I fall?)
I won't sweat the small stuff
(No more chasin' pennies, no)
I can't keep from fallin' off
Keep me from these useless b*tches, these ruthless leeches
I might catch you all alone
(I don't need it, I don't need it)

[Verse 3]
Now bro, he lends me no help at all
He's out there chasin' money that's far too small
Lately, he's talkin' 'bout invest and withdraw
But the loan of which you owe me is far from paid off
Oh, Lord
[Chorus]
You petty, petty b*tch, (Huh, petty)
Calculate (All of it)
Trackin' (All of it)
All of this (Bullsh*t)
Worthless sh*t, you packaged up
Tossed out my sh*t, (All of it, all of it, all)
b*tch, now you know that was totally out of pocket