RandomBlackDude - New Faces v2 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, n***a Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush When it still wasn't hoes tryna f** with me 'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin' I ain't know we were on the cusp of the money Tryna get a few bucks under custody And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers So my kin gully and my skin toughened And thick lens coverin' my eyes now They ain't bright, n***a, I'm just high now And if this a different way to clear my mind out I need to find out, I'm doing fine now And I don't look as stupid when I talk now And everybody at the show look astounded And posted up drowsy In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it If your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (nah) Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin Between you and all these f** n***as Is about as large as it gets And you workin', givin' arm and a leg Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin' Like a long distance b**h Who you know that's out that's harder than this? Chargin' n***as like a Tomlison win, n***a Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown Runnin' wild on the route that was picked When the clouds branch out And I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again [Hook: Mac Miller] I've been drownin' with this shallow soul Shallow soul, shallow soul You are drinkin' from a shallow soul Shallow soul, shallow soul [Verse 2: Da$H] Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian Just look at the state he's in... yo, yo The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist That ain't s**in' corporate dick Said it with my balls in grip Other hand got a cork to hit All this Ralph be the sportsmanship Walked in and said I needed all the chips As well as the one on my shoulder Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor Cops still lockin' n***as up for quotas Brain still numb from the sh** in the soda, so A generation lost Facin' a port out in vacant loft Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought And them d** get obtained by debatin' cost You ain't Superman while that cape was off Just Clark, n***a, sittin' in his high rise Tryna see the bright side of life And a n***a just keep comin' back with a dark picture It's like hard liquor, and see people are books So you judge a mothaf**a by the first page And a b**h by the back cover The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage They said my sh** was so insane It was like Cobain hit his last number, mothaf**a [Hook: Mac Miller] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down's Got a little Whitney, put it in a blunt for now She was supposed to get me high, why the f** I wanna die now? And I'm strung out on this dusty couch In a big white ugly house, I told the b**h slow down Stop runnin' your mouth You holdin' my money, just shut up and count My right nostril hasn't worked in a week Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep Me, I'm swervin' in the Jeep Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street How I'm playin' my sh**'ll wake a baby up I get her faded, put her back in the labia All my life I've been afraid of powder All my life I've been afraid of power Where did all that go? The wrong decision always called my phone Last supper I was f**in' with the Corleones I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone That can save me from the war unknown Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh The devil on the other side of the glory hole Any time, any place, you could bet I'ma eat Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road Look at all these new faces I see, I see, I see They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases Been a criminal before scales were digital Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics Hate myself up to strangers But the raps are just way too flagrant, so Here I go, here I go Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in Right by the p**y with nothin' on my mind [Outro: Mac Miller] You are standing in the shallow soul You are speaking with the shallow soul Shallow soul I've been drowning with this shallow soul Shallow soul, shallow soul You are drinking from a shallow soul Shallow soul, shallow soul (fades)