Faced (feat. LongLive GG) - FiveEight

Here we go, it's like we're stuck again Back on this road, my vision tunneling Ain't it my fault, 'cause you keep breaking in I just wanna know why this keeps on happening 'Cause I tried to let go of it And by you, you wouldn't say no again It's like you fall, and you can't resist My heart, you can't take this My heart (Can't see me) My heart (You can't see me) Ok It's you, it's me Am I seeing now so clearly? It's ice, just two These words won't undo 'Cause I tried to let go of it And by you, you wouldn't say no again It's like you fall, and you can't resist My heart, you can't take this You can't see me My heart (You can't see me)

Fucked up, I been whippin' in the cold I wanna V12 and I should be makin' moves Geeked up shawty dancin' on the pole I'm with her best friend when I'm sparkin' up a bowl Last night saw you at the club call it two faced Blue bills leakin' out the bag, feel like Bruce Wayne All black steppin' on the gas fuck a fast lane Locked up, find me in the crib, call it 'No name' I'ma no name shawty like the gold things Rollin' in a Phantom with a buddy, sippin' Champagne Smokin' propane walkin' with a switch-blade Shawty run up on ya with a Choppa, issa cold place New fit copping Louis V I'm feelin' iced out Bad bitch fuckin' in the back, we got the lights out Nineteen, seen a lot of shit I hear the gun sounds Two-six all up on my dick, fuck a small town Tired of reality, I show ya what ya never see Walkin' in the spot with hella bitches smokin' hella weed Shawty got me trippin' the liquor, been feelin' different I don't like the way ya talkin', so baby shut up and listen Fucked up, I been whippin' in the cold I wanna V12 and I should be makin' moves Geeked up shawty dancin' on the pole I'm with her best friend when I'm sparkin' up a bowl Last night saw you at the club call it two faced Blue bills leakin' out the bag feel like Bruce Wayne All black steppin' on the gas fuck a fast lane Locked up find me in the crib, call it 'No name' I'ma no name shawty like the gold things Rollin' in a Phantom with a buddy, sippin' Champagne Smokin' propane walkin' with a switch-blade Shawty run up on ya with a Choppa, issa cold place New fit coppin' Louis V I'm feelin' iced out Bad bitch fuckin' in the back, we got the lights out Nineteen, seen a lot of shit I hear the gun sounds Two-six all up on my dick, fuck a small town