New Faces

(альбом: Faces - 2014)

[Earl Sweatshirt:]
Yeah mane, you know I'm smoking at the beginning of the song, man, like a damn... rapper. Ah man, man, it's crazy being so rich, man, damn

In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company coming
I ain't know we was 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
Thick lens covering my eyes now
They ain't bright, nigga, 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
Posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smoking out the pound, hounding mutts out it
If your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (Nah)
Can't call it harsh living when the margin
Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets
And you working, giving arm and a leg
Say he working but he just talking 'cause he ain't working
Like a long-distance bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Charging niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Running wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds were enshrouded
I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drowning again

[Mac Miller:]
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul

[Da$H:]
Drugs got me feeling like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't sucking 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 locking niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so
A generation lost
Facing a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants being filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debating cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is off
Just Clark, nigga, sitting in his high-rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep coming back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a ma'fucker by the first page
And a bitch 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 shit was so insane
It was like Cobain did his last number
Motherfucker

[Mac Miller:]
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul (Yeah)
Shallow soul (Um), shallow soul (Yeah)

Yeah, well
Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs
He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (Smoke)
Shit was s'posed to get me high
Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn,) and I'm
Strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down
(Down) Stop running your mouth
You holding my money, just shut up and count," my (Woo) (Count my)
Right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he serving for a sheik
Me, I'm swerving in a Jeep
Burning weed, doing circles in the street (Skrrt,) yelling
"Play my shit or wake the baby up!" (Wake up)
I get her faded, put it back in her 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 call my phone (Okay)
Last supper I was fucking with the Corleones (Uh-huh)
I need something stronger than a cortisone
That can save me from the war I know
Shout out to Soulo (Soul!), and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of this glory hole (Whoa)
Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat
'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, look at all these new faces
I see, I see, I see
They coming on a plane but they're leaving their suitcases
Been a criminal before scales were digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (Whoa) ([?])
Hate myself, fuck the strangers (Woo)
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go (Here I go)
Throwing up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
(Whoa) ([?]) I've never been religious
But I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies (Fairies,) this could be my last breath
(Last breath) I'ma take my time
(Wait a second, please)
'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in:
Right by the pussy with nothing on my mind

You are standing in a shallow soul
You are speaking with a shallow soul
Shallow soul
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Tell me why I'm so lonely
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul
Tell myself I'm free
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are standing in a shallow soul

[Bill Murray as Hunter S. Thompson:]
"Uh, I've been without sleep for 80 hours so I'm beyond simple fatigue."