paroles de chanson NewFaces - Bayley

New drip new faces
New face new ages
New age new stages
I been running races
I been running races
I been running races
I been running races
New drip new faces

I don't need no checkups
Apple a day no hiccups
Keep it short no haircuts
On the ball no bare nuts
A hero from dark nights like batman
I'm always on go like that fat tan
it's clear and crisp like a chat LAN
I put the soul in the sample rack
Cause I run the game like I run on track
My teeth white but I the store plaques
a torrent through all of the cracks
Fuck the fictional I write on fact
Cause I'm right on fact
And I'm right in tact

Never figure out any new shit
Sword so sharp you a toothpick
You can't really fuck with the movement
You aren't really us you just stupid
Never figure out any new shit
Sword so sharp you a toothpick
You can't really fuck with the movement
You aren't really us you just stupid

New drip new faces
New face new ages
New age new stages
I been running races
I been running races
I been running races
I been running races
New drip new faces
New face new ages
New age new stages

I been running races
I been running races
I been running races yeah yeah
With these new faces
With these new faces
Yeah
New drip new faces
New face new ages
New age new stages
I been running races

Fuck revenge I need victory
No one else can do shit for me
I been scratching up these mysteries
With my smile bright like listerine
Look at this girl and she be barking
Looking at her and thinking nothing
I'm done with the materialistic
I just spit shit
Like my pipes stopped pumping
Speakers blown out from my shit been bumping
I don't need clout to manifest something
Like water from a hose
I'm watering it close
Keep the content difficult
But it's fast so it's spiritual
Metaphor metaphor it's not literal
Can't keep up on the lyrical
Can't keep up yeah it's pitiful
I just keep on flowing, uh yeah
I just keep on going, uh yeah
Before they even know it yeah
Before they even know it
Before they even know it look
I've killed the verse
Dead left in the hearse
I'm deading the third what I spit is a curse
It's gonna need a medic when I read it I just shread it yes I need a nurse
My toungues in my cheek when I spit so yes I'll be feeding the thirst
What I'm feeding is worse yeah
What I'm feeding is worse