Faces (feat. Emily Brimlow)

I'm picking through the zip that you sold me

Now all we need is grape flavored rollies

Trippin on another old story

Nowhere to be we're walking slowly

It's about the time the neighbors turn the lights out

We can be ourselves when the night fall

It's a quarter to eight already down to the shake

I gotta set the mood with the right songs

Tell me what's new

It's hard keeping tabs through a broken telephone

And making Southern California feel like home

We should let plans fall through

Ya we can make the most of it switching up the view

You know it's been a minute since we snuck up on the roof

Faces

Floating in a smoked out basement

We don't even see the changes

We just want to take it slow

Take it slow

Faces

Running around the same old pavement

We don't even feel these phases

We just want to take it slow

Take it slow

Always skipping class but never got far

Hopping fences smoking in the backyard

Said in ten years that we'd be famous

As we freestyle and hotbox in my dad's car

Feels so good not thinking about tomorrow

Yeah

Saving every moment that I waste with you

Faces

Floating in a smoked out basement

We don't even see the changes

We just want to take it slow

Take it slow

Faces

Running around the same old pavement

We don't even feel these phases

We just want to take it slow

Take it slow