New Faces v2

Lyrics

Yeah, man, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song
 Man, like a damn rapper
 Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
 In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
 Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
 When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like its company comin'
 I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money
 Tryna get a few bucks under custody
 And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers
 So my kin gully, and my skin toughened
 Thick lens coverin' my eyes now
 They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now
 And if this a different way to clear my mind out
 I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now
 And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
 And everybody at the show look astounded
 Posted up drowsy
 In the cut so much that it's pus round me
 Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
 Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it
 If your tucks lousy, then you can't sit with us (nah)
 Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
 Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets
 And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
 Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'
 Like a long-distance bitch
 Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
 Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga
 Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
 Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
 When the clouds were enshrouded
 I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again
 I could drown you with a shallow soul (uh)
 Shallow soul, shallow soul
 You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
 Shallow soul, shallow soul
 Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
 Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo
 The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
 That ain't suckin' corporate dick
 Said it with my balls in grip
 Other hand got a cork to hit
 All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
 Walked in and said I needed all the chips
 As well as the one on my shoulder
 Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
 Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
 Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so
 A generation lost
 Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft
 Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
 And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
 You ain't Superman when that cape is off
 Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise
 Tryna see the bright side of life
 And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
 It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
 So you judge a motherfucker by the first page
 And a bitch by the back cover
 The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered
 Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
 They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number
 Motherfucker
 I could drown you with a shallow soul (no, dawg, soul)
 Shallow soul (soul), shallow soul (soul, soul)
 You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)
 Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah) (soul)
 Yeah, well
 Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?
 He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)
 Shit was supposed to get me high
 Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm (ksshh)
 Strung out on this dusty couch
 In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down" (down)
 "Stop runnin' your mouth"
 "You holdin' my money, just shut up and count my" (woo!)
 Right nostril hasn't worked in a week
 Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a Sheik
 Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep
 Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt) yellin'
 "Play my shit, or wake the baby up" (wake up)
 I get her faded, put it back in her labia
 All my life, I've been afraid of powder
 All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?
 The wrong decision, always call my phone (okay)
 Last supper, I was fuckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)
 I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone
 That can save me from the war I know
 Shout out to Soulo (Soul), and rest in peace Alori Joh
 The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)
 Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat
 'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Whoa (okay), look at all these new faces
 (I see, I see, I see)
 They comin' on a plane, but they're leavin' their suitcases
 Been a criminal before scales were digital
 Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa) (Asics)
 Hate myself, fuck the strangers (woo)
 But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
 Here I go (here I go)
 Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
 (Whoa, where it's at?) I've never been religious
 But I feel like the scripture's got it all there
 It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies) this could be my last breath
 (Last breath) I'ma take my time
 (Wait a second, please)
 'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
 Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
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 You are standin' in a shallow soul
 You are speakin' with a shallow soul
 Shallow soul
 I could drown you with a shallow soul (will you)
 Shallow soul, shallow soul (wash your sins with me?)
 You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (it will set us free)
 Shallow soul, shallow soul
 You are standin' in a shallow soul
 

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Duration
05:27
Key
1
Tempo
110 BPM

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