Faces - Intellectual

[Intro: Wale]

The goal is to never be content with the present (with the present)

We move fast (We move fast) We think forward (we think forward)

Cloudeater (Cloudeater) Folarin (Folarin)

[Verse 1: Wale]

Always with something newer

Whoever know their music know I'm the fuckin' manure

Uh okay, this is something you never knew

I'm part of a special crew of niggas that just reppin' too hard

Yea, BIG got the youth in this motherfucker

Future, the musicians out the loop when they bar stuggling

I'm like a difficult pictureless puzzle spittin' rebuttal

Pray you niggas don't never love us, you niggas is sucka's

I'm shiftin' faces

Bitches give me physical favors

Fresh as the first day of school, peep this orientation

Syllabusin' me silly brother syllable suckin'

Counterproductive, they silly bitches give me production

B-b-b-b-beat it

She think between her legs, she a fuckin' vagenius

I ain't coming to bed, I ain't coming with bread

'Less you know what you're doin' girl, I don't come off the head, na

You won't come off the red

I'ma blow out some loud, y'all can come out with reg

You can be all alone, I'ma be in my zone

I'ma watch me some Shone while y'all can covet the throne (Y'all can covet the throne)

[Chorus: Cloudeater]

Shif-ting Fa-ces

I can't place it

Shif-ting Fa-ces

I can't place it

[Verse 2: Wale]

Uh, always with something newer

Chasin' this revenue never put it over this music

Word to my mother, these motherfuckers ain't fuckin' with this

I'm young living comfortable get these niggas up out my business

Ultra division they rarely am my competition

Hear what I'm smokin' my eyes low as a sock in sneaker

Not a clipper but I Paul over when I ball

Pay regards before you talk you just a Portis on my board

Put your shorty in this Audi got like 40 on my arm

With this audio I'm sick, leave that audience in awe

And this genre needs some change can we be frank it need faith

Get that head like DDT let these bitches feel the snake

UCB toward man Fendi belts to show my ass

Liquor lifted with these bitches they gon' prolly catch a cab

Swear that Pac would love my flow, I'm a Marley without my hat

Swear that B.I.G. would love my clothes, this is far beyond that rap

So much wack shit y'all be hearin' it's so hard to get ya'll back

My disclaimer I don't blame ya, just go harder on the track

Put my heart in vivid pictures and artists

Reppin' that double MM, gettin' money regardless

Whether these niggas like it, I'm modifying the genre

Ask me why am I whispering 'cause nigga I'm tired of talking

Bring drums, bring drums, uh, bring drums, uh

[Chorus: Cloudeater]

Shif-ting Fa-ces

I can't place it

Shif-ting Fa-ces

I can't place it