Faces – Ed Sheeran – letras

Faces ChangeBut this place’ll stay the sameAnd I’ll knowWhen I’ll goYeahAnd I’m pickin’ up another bagAnd I pack another knapsackThe airport’s like a stop light to meSittin’ on red, green light goCan’t see my familyMy family grew into a global tranceOr fans, some may call ’emAnd it’s on the stage I standTo jam, rock, sing *no wakin’ up to stop the dreamI lived the life, signed a pictureCuz no dam could stop the streamOr flood gates, I’m in a fucked raceAnd a pocket fulla culture condomsThey put you on the podium for first placeBut on the block, they judge you on ’emSoWho got the South in a six packAnd a shotgun just for show?I’ll put the white boys back in gold teethPut the hood in mossy oakI’m theChild of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some lifeBeat me down with criticism, but at least the critic’s rightWith a broken pen, there they go againI’m a token man, I’m a rollin jamLike a rollin’ stone, I’m closin inI’m goin home, I’m home againBring it back up in the UkWith a Dixie flag and a sixteen packCatfish Billy, hell, you sayI’m just bein’ blunt, homieKeep the grassYou changed meInto what I am nowYou made meIt was something I was always gonna beIt seems these broken dreams don’t lieAnd so now my broken wings will flyYeah, take one lookBetter yet, take twoBut if I take that break, there’s a move you madeThis dude you shape will come take you backBack to the roots I’ve beenWithout a fuckin’ pot to pee inOr a spot to sleep inHot or cold outside, it’s not the seasonCuz I am not the reasonThat the image you’re used to seein’Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaninglessMeaning yes, I’m differentDifferently madeAnd me screamin’ the AIs not the difference in gradesIt’s the place I stayedCuz the schools were underpaidThe teachers taught, but to me they foughtA star that was underwayIt was under Wayne, it was in my nameMichaelM. W. AAthaAnd in trouble I stayedBreakin out of this bubble they madePlayed with the dice, but I rolled that sevenAnd I’ll go back to heaven in a ChevroletFuck the world with a tattooed handCommitted to the words I sayA blood line’s not a family treeIt’s a needle in my skin for all to seeI ain’t never got a spring break tattoo drunkBut I drink and take the inkYou changed meInto what I am nowYou made meIt was something I was always gonna beIt seems these broken dreams don’t lieAnd so now my broken wings will fly