Faces

(Y'all are mute) (It's just me) I don't love these shows, there's no way I can ever fake it All of these roads, tend to lead to same places None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces Whatever's written, not cemented I try to stick to the plan, but it seems its been amended None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces Mighty splendid, shawty never unattended It's intended, in her eyes with the tension She feel a pendant, but its all just pretending Ya never get it, that's why my message still pending Every time I fall, roll around till I get up Steady on the grind, you are talking to a winner A good morning don't ever come till its dinner Feel more exposed, than some hoes in the winter Got more control, with the flow than a dimmer Not religious man, but god damn, I'm a sinner Holy shit, can feel my angel's wings getting thinner Need God to do a lot to beat the Devil on my inner I don't love these shows, there's no way I can ever fake it All of these roads, tend to lead to same places None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces Whatever's written, not cemented I try to stick to the plan, but it seems its been amended None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces So I'm chilling where the beat go So fresh to death yeah it should be illegal Amigo, you know you finito Where are all of my sweet hoes Who are mucho bonito When you see me yeah there's always sweet smoke That's just cause I'm demonic Pay me homage when you smoking on the chronic yeah it better be exotic Roll it up like Sonic God damn I'm trying it Man I'm fucking on the logic See through ya optic, that I'm wavy like harmonics Shawty like the diamonds She swear its platonic, but that hoe being modest If I'm being honest, ass bounce like hydraulics Candles and shit, man you know I'm erotic, its ironic Come fast, electronic Focus on my fucking economics I don't love these shows, there's no way I can ever fake it All of these roads, tend to lead to same places None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces Whatever's written, not cemented I try to stick to the plan, but it seems its been amended None of my modes, gets me far with these faces That's why I'm sitting back, counting up the spaces