Faces

Sing it,"I threw an alley-oop pass off the glass to my damn self"
Ayy, in a jam, no one can help
Ayy, where you going with yo bad self?
Your loving ain't nothin' I'm used to
I know this ain't nothin' you're used to
Your loving ain't nothin' I'm used to (at all)
This ain't nothin' you're used to
Your loving ain't nothin' I'm used to
I know this ain't nothin' you're used to
Your loving ain't nothin' I'm used to (at all)
This ain't nothin' you're used to (at all)

All these new faces
Dead presidents and strangers
Real ones gon' make it
Penthouse from basement
God made you amazing
Take time with you baby
Pillow case her fragrance
Bedroom too sacred

(All these new faces) Shawty riding like Benzo now
Coming up and she then go down
Fourth and inches from the end zone line
And I ignore all her friends online
Been tryna tell 'em I'm sick with the pen
But I know it all just depends on time
The party so lit and the party so late
I hope to God it don't end on time

They be like who is this nigga?
A rapper or singer?
A hero or villain?
A healer or killer?
The heel of Achilles
The will of Ulysses
From sour beginnings to happiest endings
They pray that I drop but I'm begging to differ
I aim for the top like a Kennedy killer
The journey so long that I cannot remember and
If you don't like it then go get a aspirin or acetaminophen
I pull up beside for the benefit
Got your shawty on right and she jumped in the Civic
I whip it like it was a rental and right now my credit low
So on the corners I bend it slow
I'm in amazement
You know I'ma floor it
I came for the chorus
And you be so good they cannot ignore it
You know I been

I be on ten, I be on ten, I be on ten
Get it right
I be on ten, I be on ten, I be on ten
Get it right
I be on ten, I be on ten, I be on ten
Get it right
I be on ten, I be on ten, I be on ten

All these new faces
Dead presidents and strangers
Real ones gon make it
Penthouse from basement
God made you amazing
Take time with you baby
Pillow case her fragrance
Bedroom too sacred
(For all these new faces)
(All these new faces)
(All these new)

Hit it up, Cleo
Set it up, bonjour, au revoir
Greeting, hello

Sing it, "I threw an alley-oop pass off the glass to my damn self"
Ayy, in a jam, no one can help
Ayy, where you going with yo bad self?
Loving ain't nothin' I'm used to
Loving ain't nothin' I'm used to, at all
Loving ain't nothin' I'm used to
Loving ain't nothin' I'm used to, at all, at all, at all