Mac Miller - New Faces Lyrics
[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]In '09, we were still on the bus, niggaBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brushWhen it still wasn't hoes tryna ***** with meFore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'I ain't know we were on the cusp of the moneyTryna get a few bucks under custodyAnd my twin brothers was all Syd's brothersSo my kin gully and my skin toughenedAnd thick lens coverin' my eyes nowThey bright, nigga, I'm just high nowAnd if this a different way to clear my mind outI need to find out, I'm doing fine nowAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk nowAnd everybody at the show look astoundedAnd posted up drowsyIn the cut so much that it's pus 'round meCatch him in the daytime or dusk hoursSmokin' out the pound, [?]If your tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nahCan't call it harsh livin' when the marginBetween you and all these ***** niggasIs about as large as it getsAnd you workin', givin' arm and a legSay he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin'Like a long distance, *****Who you know that's out that's harder than this?Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, niggaSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brownRunnin' wild on the route that was pickedWhen the clouds branch outI'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again[Hook: Mac Miller]I've been drownin' with this shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soul[Verse 2: Da$h]Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo CarpathianJust look at the state he's inThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionistThat ain't suckin' corporate dickSaid it with my balls in gripOther hand got a cork to hitAll this Ralph be the sportsmanshipWalked in and said I needed all the chipsAs well as the one on my shoulderFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odorCops still lockin' niggas up for quotasBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, softA generation lostFacin' a [?], fakin' offWarrants bein' filed for the cases foughtAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' costYou ain't Superman while that cape was offJust Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high riseTryna see the bright side of lifeAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark pictureIt's like hard liquor, and see people are booksSo you judge a motha*****a by the first pageAnd a ***** by the back coverThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats coveredReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stageThey said my shit was so insaneIt was like Cobain hit his last number[Hook: Mac Miller]I've been drownin' with this shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soul[Verse 3: Mac Miller]Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down'sGot a little Whitney, put it in a blunt for nowShe was supposed to get me high, why the ***** I wanna die now?And I'm strung out on this dusty couchIn a big white ugly house, I told the ***** slow downStop runnin' your mouthYou holdin' my money, just shut up and countMy right nostril hasn't worked in a weekPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheepMe, I'm swervin' in the JeepBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the streetHow I'm playin' my shit'll wake a baby upI get her faded, but her back in the labiaAll my life I've been afraid of powderAll my life I've been afraid of powerWhere did all that go?The long decision always called my phoneLast supper I was *****in' with the CorleonesI need somethin' stronger than a quarter zoneThat can save me from the war unknownShoutout to Soulo (SOUL! ) and rest in peace Alori JohThe devil on the other side of the glory holeAny time, any place, you could bet I'ma eatCause my hand on the fork and the fork in the roadLook at all these new facesI see, I see, I seeThey're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcasesBeen a criminal before schedule digitalUsed the put the weed in the sole of my blue AsicsHate myself up to strangersBut the raps are just way too flagrant, soHere I goThrowin' up a prayer, it's a Hail MaryI've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all thereIt's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breathI'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came inRight by the ***** with nothin' on my mind[Outro: Mac Miller]You are standing in the shallow soulYou are speaking with the shallow soulShallow soulI've been drowning with this shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinking from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soul(Fades)
