Faces

I told her get up out my face yea
I been counting blue faces yea
But she ain riding with me straight yea
She been going thru phases yea
Don't take me home home
Lost my head in smoke smoke
don't know what I'm on
All this money coming slow
Yea yea

My cash blue
And my racks green
She been moving round the city then she asked me
Can I borrow like a fifty bitch my eyes down low
I can't hold On to all these faces
People that I know
She go with her hoes
Meeting all the friends
Circle gotta close
Or the story gotta end
I said the story gotta end
I been smoking till my brain tied up
She don't want me cuz I'm too tired
I been working till they all find us
I been working so they don't fine us
Then I realized
She was looking at looking at her real eyes
All these bitches they been tellin me a real lie
All this shit it started happening the same time
Happing the same time

I told her get up out my face yea
I been counting blue faces yea
But she ain riding with me straight yea
She been going thru phases yea
Don't take me home home
Lost my head in smoke smoke
Don't know what I'm on
All this money coming slow
Yea yea



Credits
Writer(s): William Nasios
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