Faces Lyrics - The Slumdon Bridge - Ed Sheeran & Yelawolf

[Intro: Ed Sheeran] 

Faces change 

But this place'll stay the same 

And I'll know 

When I'll go 

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] 

Yeah 

And I'm pickin' up another bag 

And I pack another knapsack 

The airport's like a stop light to me 

Sittin' on red, green light go 

Can't see my family 

My family grew into a global trance 

Or fans, some may call 'em 

And it's on the stage I stand 

To jam Roxy, no wakin' up to stop the dream 

I lived the life, signed a picture 

Cuz no dam could stop the stream 

Or flood gates, I'm in the fuck trades 

And a pocket fulla culture condoms 

They put you on the podium for first place 

But on the block, they judge you on 'em 

So 

Who got the South in a six pack, and a shotgun just for show? 

I'll put the white boys back in gold teeth 

Put the hood in mossy oak 

I'm the 

Child of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some life 

Beat me down with criticism, but at least the critic's right 

With a broken pen, there they go again 

I'm a token man, I'm a rollin jam 

Like a rollin' stone, I'm closin in 

I'm goin home, I'm home again 

Bring it back up in the UK 

With a Dixie flag and a sixteen pack 

Catfish Billy, hell, you say 

I'm just bein' blunt, homie 

Keep the grass 

[Hook: Ed Sheeran] 

You changed me 

Into what I am now 

You made me 

It was something I was always gonna be 

It seems these broken dreams don't lie 

And so now my broken wings will fly 

[Verse 2: Yelawolf] 

Yeah, take one look 

Better yet, take two 

But if I take that break, there's a move you made 

This dude you shape will come take you back 

Back to the roots I've been 

Without a fuckin' pot to pee in 

Or a spot to sleep in 

Hot or cold outside, it's not the season 

Cuz I am not the reason 

That the image you're used to seein' 

Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless 

Meaning yes, I'm different 

Differently made 

And me screamin' the A 

Is not the difference in grades 

It's the place I stayed 

Cuz the schools were underpaid 

The teachers taught, but to me they fought 

A star that was underway 

It was under Wayne, it was in my name 

Michael 

M.W.A 

Atha 

And in trouble I stayed 

Breakin out of this bubble they made 

Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven 

And I'll go back to heaven in a Chevrolet 

Fuck the world with a tattooed hand 

Committed to the words I say 

A blood line's not a family tree 

It's a needle in my skin for all to see 

I ain't never got a spring break tattoo drunk 

But I drink and take the ink