Faces to the Pavement
Oh let me say it
I lost some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go off to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
I'm on that melody and some cadence my haven
Smokin on leaves pass please i'm faded
Memories relieved stripped clean, king David
And i'm the Michelangelo of gettin fuckin wasted
Faced it, decided that I laced it
Now i'm seein colors all with vibrancy like paintings
Made it, taste it, tell me what is tainted
Tell me what we seein already wasn't awaited
Oh let me say it
I lost some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go off to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
Bacon, that shit that needs some making
The shit that people say will not buy happiness'll take it
Not complainin (But), just saying (I)
Cant go buy a jet ski with ya humbleness and patience (Huh)
Got a scruffy ass beard not as scruffy as my work ethic
Sit back and complain and Ill blame it on my the genetics
Get back in my lane swerve and sprain i'm too athletic
Runnin through my brain i'm in vain till i'm copacetic
Or poetic bout this life I run like credit
Run it to the ground or into clouds or wherever I let it
And ill be off and unleaded, foot to ground ill fuckin bend it
No rear view, off ramps, speed traps, or set limits
Oh let me say it
I some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
Oh let me say it
I some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from the repetition, grinding, and chasin
I lost some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go off to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
I'm on that melody and some cadence my haven
Smokin on leaves pass please i'm faded
Memories relieved stripped clean, king David
And i'm the Michelangelo of gettin fuckin wasted
Faced it, decided that I laced it
Now i'm seein colors all with vibrancy like paintings
Made it, taste it, tell me what is tainted
Tell me what we seein already wasn't awaited
Oh let me say it
I lost some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go off to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
Bacon, that shit that needs some making
The shit that people say will not buy happiness'll take it
Not complainin (But), just saying (I)
Cant go buy a jet ski with ya humbleness and patience (Huh)
Got a scruffy ass beard not as scruffy as my work ethic
Sit back and complain and Ill blame it on my the genetics
Get back in my lane swerve and sprain i'm too athletic
Runnin through my brain i'm in vain till i'm copacetic
Or poetic bout this life I run like credit
Run it to the ground or into clouds or wherever I let it
And ill be off and unleaded, foot to ground ill fuckin bend it
No rear view, off ramps, speed traps, or set limits
Oh let me say it
I some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from that repetition, grinding, and chasin
Oh let me say it
I some of my patience
Oh whats a little bit a scuff to the faces
Oh and we get up and go to the races
Low and behold lost souls in a day shift
At last who will make it, faces to the pavement
Get up and go at it all harmless and latent
Waitin on change doesn't come from a days end
Comes from the repetition, grinding, and chasin
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Dwyer
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