Yelawolf - Faces lyrics
Faces Change But this place'll stay the same And I'll know When I'll go Yeah And I'm pickin' up another bag And I pack another knapsack The airport's like a stop light to me Sittin' on red, green light go Can't see my family My family grew into a global trance Or fans, some may call 'em And it's on the stage I stand To jam, rock, sing no wakin' up to stop the dream I lived the life, signed a picture Cause no dam could stop the stream Or flood gates, I'm in a f*cked race And a pocket fulla culture condoms They put you on the podium for first place But on the block, they judge you on 'em So Who got the South in a six pack, and a shotgun just for show? I'll put the white boys back in gold teeth Put the hood in mossy oak I'm the Child of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some life Beat me down with criticism, but at least the critic's right With a broken pen, there they go again I'm a token man, I'm a rollin jam Like a rollin' stone, I'm closin in I'm goin home, I'm home again Bring it back up in the UK With a Dixie flag and a sixteen pack Catfish Billy, hell, you say I'm just bein' blunt, homie Keep the gra** You changed me Into what I am now You made me It was something I was always gonna be It seems these broken dreams don't lie And so now my broken wings will fly Yeah, take one look Better yet, take two But if I take that break, there's a move you made This dude you shape will come take you back Back to the roots I've been Without a f*ckin' pot to pee in Or a spot to sleep in Hot or cold outside, it's not the season Cause I am not the reason That the image you're used to seein' Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless Meaning yes, I'm different Differently made And me screamin' the A Is not the difference in grades It's the place I stayed Cause the schools were underpaid The teachers taught, but to me they fought A star that was underway It was under Wayne, it was in my name Michael M.W.A Atha And in trouble I stayed Breakin out of this bubble they made Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven And I'll go back to heaven in a Chevrolet F*ck the world with a tattooed hand Committed to the words I say A blood line's not a family tree It's a needle in my skin for all to see I ain't never got a spring break tattoo drunk But I drink and take the ink You changed me Into what I am now You made me It was something I was always gonna be It seems these broken dreams don't lie And so now my broken wings will fly