Pretty Faces

All right, mister, what do you think you're Doing

Revvin' up engines, start the races

Had a lot of long nights with pretty faces

Most of them ended up with me getting Wasted

Now I'm smokin' and I'm thumbin' while I chill In the basement

Too unique for half the world and these people

Are tasteless

Like to look at the soul instead of the faces

Ain't bout where you're from, it's bout where You're headed

Never see it as a loss, rather see it as a lesson

Motivation is the key and I use it as a weapon Drop the whip too fast, almost hit a damn

Pedestrian