Lyrics Places + Faces - Aminé

Places + Faces

I can’t even count the hours
I get a text from my dad, uh
«FaceTime ya mom from the Eiffel Tower,» uh (Yeah)
I’m blowin' trees every evenin'
Tryna numb my timezones and my demons, uh (Woo)
A different city every weekend (True)
Relationships with family left up in Portland, hm (Yeah)
My little cousin tall as hell now (Yeah)
And every girl wanna fuck but never settle down (Woo)
And my best friend stuck up in a jail cell (True)
No matter what it cost, I always pay my nigga’s bail (Uh)
So fuck it (Fuck it), spend it (Spend it)
Run it, dawg, it’s nothin', yeah
Fuck it (Fuck it), spend it (Spend it)
We don’t got much time to live, so let’s hope for the best
We in London on a Tuesday (True)
But my niggas treat it like it’s a Friday (Hey)
These days, two years feel like two days (Yeah)
I missed a couple dinners and a lot of birthdays
But let’s run it up (Yeah), 'til we fuck it up (Yee)
'Cause we young as fuck (Yee), in Australia (True)
We ain’t ever heard no accent like this (No)
We too hood for our own damn good, nigga
I miss them days on Pigeons & Planes in my bedroom (Yeah)
Tryna hope for my hustle to pay off real soon (Wee)
Took my niggas around the world and even Magic City (Strip club)
Spent some racks just to see 'em smile with me
Fuck it (Fuck it), spend it (Spend it)
Run it, dawg, it’s nothin', uh
Fuck it (Fuck it), uh, spend it (Spend it), uh
We don’t got much time to live, so let’s hope for the best (Yee)
You don’t know what it feel like (No)
You don’t know how I feel (Feel)
You don’t know what I feel like (Yeah, yeah)
You don’t know how it feels (Feels)
You don’t know what it feel like (No)
You don’t know how I feel (Feel)
You don’t know what I feel like (Feel like)
You don’t know how it feels (No)