Old Faces

[Verse 1: Scudi]
Head spinning and I'm feeling loosey-goosey
Woozy off a doobie whenever pen touches the loose leaf
And I need two melatonin and the grey goose to induce sleep
Finished fighting with Lucy, life's been feeling like a movie
Lately shit's been going almost a little bit too smoothly
Every moment's filled with beauty, dawg, I feel this shit profusely
To kick me off my pedestal, you gon need the legs of Bruce Lee
That's the stipulation, my trophy's never for participation
What's the situation?
Broke my inclination to instant gratification
The constant pontification has got me feeling impatient
Got used to being the despondent, but lately I'm incomplacent
Q-Tip said the ego make you feel stronger when people hate you
Difference 'tween our mistakes is I wear them all on my sleeves
You'll never see a facade when conversating with me

[Verse 2: P-Tree]
Feet on my board, I'm living life with a night
I keep a high on deck in case I try too hard and I don't like the outcome
I'm fearing the wreck, I'm missing your face
No one calls me obsessed, but that don't stop me from feeling that way
Tearing smoking jays, Navy blue showed me a new way to think
After Kendrick showed me that there's no need to hate it
His music is still written in good ink, even if he's racist
'Cause he had learned from old faces
Hard to mold break, but those that shape us
Can teach soulful plays and ways to cope
Look out for the scope adjacent
Don't drown in complaints, but there's a better place to go
So don't be complacent either
Confident, learned from my teachers
Everybody unconcerned, watching from the bleacers
Even when I'm egregious
Nobody's gleeful or even greets us
Eventually, they'll wanna peep though when my crop is wreaking
I've been thinking from the top of my day
'Cause when I get home, a bowl can't stopped from getting flamed
Obnoxious is my brain from the constant reminders
Of mistakes getting played, wish I could hop from my mind
But it got my everything in it, obviously
But impossible to see that's how I got my dreams keeping me stocked
It's the lock to my key, think i'm ever gonna stop?
Only along with breathing, this early I'm just teething
But not rusty either, not leaving
Professor of dark feelings turning to plotted seedlings
You think you can do what I do? I think I'm cooler than you
I knew I lot about making moves before I ever had to
And it was never really hot to leave your dude
In the coldest part of his path, but that's the past now screw it
Under the bridge where I threw it, along with all the fluid in the basin
Healing my wounds from these old faces