Old Faces
Title | Old Faces |
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Artist | Solace |
Album | Night Times Volume Three |
Release Date | 2021-11-12 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Scudi] Head spinning and I'm feeling loosey-goosey Woozy off a doobie whenever pen touches the loose leaf And I need two melatonin and the grey goose to induce sleep Finished fighting with Lucy, life's been feeling like a movie Lately shit's been going almost a little bit too smoothly Every moment's filled with beauty, dawg, I feel this shit profusely To kick me off my pedestal, you gon need the legs of Bruce Lee That's the stipulation, my trophy's never for participation What's the situation? Broke my inclination to instant gratification The constant pontification has got me feeling impatient Got used to being the despondent, but lately I'm incomplacent Q-Tip said the ego make you feel stronger when people hate you Difference 'tween our mistakes is I wear them all on my sleeves You'll never see a facade when conversating with me [Verse 2: P-Tree] Feet on my board, I'm living life with a night I keep a high on deck in case I try too hard and I don't like the outcome I'm fearing the wreck, I'm missing your face No one calls me obsessed, but that don't stop me from feeling that way Tearing smoking jays, Navy blue showed me a new way to think After Kendrick showed me that there's no need to hate it His music is still written in good ink, even if he's racist 'Cause he had learned from old faces Hard to mold break, but those that shape us Can teach soulful plays and ways to cope Look out for the scope adjacent Don't drown in complaints, but there's a better place to go So don't be complacent either Confident, learned from my teachers Everybody unconcerned, watching from the bleacers Even when I'm egregious Nobody's gleeful or even greets us Eventually, they'll wanna peep though when my crop is wreaking I've been thinking from the top of my day 'Cause when I get home, a bowl can't stopped from getting flamed Obnoxious is my brain from the constant reminders Of mistakes getting played, wish I could hop from my mind But it got my everything in it, obviously But impossible to see that's how I got my dreams keeping me stocked It's the lock to my key, think i'm ever gonna stop? Only along with breathing, this early I'm just teething But not rusty either, not leaving Professor of dark feelings turning to plotted seedlings You think you can do what I do? I think I'm cooler than you I knew I lot about making moves before I ever had to And it was never really hot to leave your dude In the coldest part of his path, but that's the past now screw it Under the bridge where I threw it, along with all the fluid in the basin Healing my wounds from these old facesYou might also like |