Lorenzo Mu & Young Charles - Faces

I don't even know anymore like
There's too many options nowadays you know like
I've lost patience for boys
More time I just wanna focus on myself
Why should I wait for anybody
In the garden of Ede you meet the soul that you need
The soul that you keep the one to keep you warm when you sleep
And dry tears when you're broken and weep
See distance ain't a thing even if I'm overseas so please
Calm your fears can't you see I'm here
You lemme take the wheel but scared I'll oversteer
And crash you can feel the cracks from all the carried bags
Yeah you've added to your baggage but I manage that
Yeah, yeah I manage that
Cause what's a little bit of trouble in a marriage pact
Locked horns in the moment we met
And they say that it's a struggle but I ain't felt that shit yet so bet
This maggie that I sip taste like heartbreak
Foot down fake love is like a car chase
We just never found our place
You can tell that's it's fucked just from the look on our faces
This maggie that I sip taste like heartbreak
Foot down fake love is like a car chase
We just never found our place
You can tell that's it's fucked just from the look on our faces
On our faces, on our faces, on our faces
One too many shots now I'm texting
Past twelve hear the bell count my blessings
Make an entrance, exuberant swag
Would've thought I had a zoot the way I'm hitting the gas
You would've thought I'm shotting zoons the way I'm bringing it back
You would've thought I'm loving you the way I'm gripping the back
Hot and cold with your moves but those movements are tapped
I gotta know if it's true or if this shit is an act
Oh you're acting now you're an actress
How the hell you get so good without practice
Made my head spin fast on an axis
'Member when I had you face down in that mattress
Oi I told you though it's calm I got it patterned
We both could use the space you don't need a ring like Saturn
You don't hear the shit I say girl it's like I'm speaking Latin
And now you're staring at my face acting like it hasn't happened
Shit
This maggie that I sip taste like heartbreak
Foot down fake love is like a car chase
We just never found our place
You can tell that's it's fucked just from the look on our faces
This maggie that I sip taste like heartbreak
Foot down fake love is like a car chase
We just never found our place
You can tell that's it's fucked just from the look on our faces

Written by:
Charles Conley, Lorenzo Mu

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