Wale - Faces lyrics

[Intro: Wale] The goal is to never be content with the present (with the present) We move fast (We move fast) We think forward (we think forward) Cloudeater (Cloudeater) Folarin (Folarin) [Verse 1: Wale] Always with something newer Whoever know their music know I'm the f**in' manure Uh, ok this is something you never knew I'm Part of a special crew of n***as that just reppin' too hard Yea, BIG got the youth in this motherf**er Future, the musicians out the loop when they bar stuggling I'm like a difficult pictureless puzzle spittin' rebu*tal Pray you n***as don't never love us you n***as is s**a's I'm shiftin' faces b**hes give me physical favors Fresh as the first day of school peep this orientation Syllabusin' me silly brother syllable s**in' Counterproductive they silly b**hes give me production B-b-b-b-beat it She think between her legs she a f**in vagenius I ain't coming to bed, I ain't coming with bread 'Less you know what you're doin' girl I don't come off the head, na You won't come off the red I'ma blow out some loud, y'all can come out with reg You can be all alone I'mma be in my zone I'ma watch me some Shone while y'all can covet the throne (Y'all can covet the throne) [Hook: Cloudeater X2] Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces Shif-ting Fa-ces I can't place it [Verse 2: Wale] Uh, Always with something newer Chasin' this revenue never put it over this music Word to my mother these motherf**ers ain't f**in' with this I'm young living comfortable get these n***as up out my business Ultra division they rarely am my competition Hear what I'm smokin' my eyes low as a sock in sneaker Not a clipper but I Paul over when I ball Pay regards before you talk you just a Portis on my board Put your shorty in this Audi got like 40 on my arm With this audio I'm sick, leave that audience in awe And this genre needs some change can we be frank it need faith Get that head like DDT let these b**hes feel the snake UCB toward man Fendi belts to show my a** Liquor lifted with these b**hes they gon' prolly catch a cab Swear that Pac would love my flow, I'm a Marley without my hat Swear that B.I.G. would love my clothes, this is far beyond that rap So much wack sh** y'all be hearin' it's so hard to get ya'll back My disclaimer I don't blame ya, just go harder on the track Put my heart in vivid pictures and artists Reppin' that double MM gettin' money regardless Whether these n***as like it I'm modifying the genre Ask me why am I whispering 'cuz n***a I'm tired of talking Bring drums, bring drums, uh, bring drums, uh [Hook]