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Face Man
Hip-Hop/Rap
Face Man was released on September 7, 2022 by FÄMO as a part of the album 93 & Smoky - EP
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Release DateSeptember 7, 2022
LabelFÄMO
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FÄMO
FÄMO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amos Lachman
Amos Lachman
Songwriter
Linus Wüstefeld
Linus Wüstefeld
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beal
Beal
Producer
golf
golf
Producer
Garth Tim
Garth Tim
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
Not here to race, I’m the pace man
Face a eighth, I’m the face man
I been sticking to my game plan
Till I’m balling through the wasteland
Zeta turn me to a space man
If they tripping, watch ‘em face-plant
Cooking at the basecamp
Till I’m balling through the wasteland
Back when Mac was the court, back when Mack was the plug
Had a Mac and mic, sesh in the back of a Bug
I held it down for Eugene, you know the Track showed me love
I started catching some flights, your boy was catching a buzz
Told ‘em I’ll go till I get it for us
I set the pressure, gotta blow, either that or combust
Always got something on the stove, bish I came with the cuts
I learned to do this shit alone when it went left
Brodie I got plent’ left
Still at it, still got it, some thought it quixotic
I’m smoking exotic, give a fuck what they say
I run shit like Pre Classic, this here a pre-classic
They front, I see past it, ain’t no one in my way
‘Cause I’m not worried ‘bout nothing but everything
Smoke through the whole stash, the bro send me things
Tryna stick around longer than the ice caps
Colder than a ice bath, spend it get it right back, huh
Not here to race, I’m the pace man
Face a eighth, I’m the face man
I been sticking to my game plan
Till I’m balling through the wasteland
Zeta turn me to a space man
If they tripping, watch ‘em face-plant
Cooking at the basecamp
Till I’m balling through the wasteland
My come-up in the wind, smell me on the breeze
Blow some tumbleweeds then I peace like the honeybees
When they need something mean, bro they come to me
Frenchie ‘bout the cheese, money flows, catch a crumb of these
Yeah, it’s Mr. Need Nobody
Don’t hit me up, I’m Mr. See Nobody
Corner table, drop a C-note on the vinho
Peeped your bars, they were light like a pinot body
And when I’m gone, there will be no copy
Keep on coming with the heat if the heat don’t stop me
They like “Why you gotta be so cocky?”
Gotta coast on your ego when the sea go choppy
I kept it solo tryna make bands
If they tripping, watch ‘em face-plant
Cooking at the basecamp
Till I’m balling through the wasteland
Written by: Amos Lachman, Linus Wüstefeld
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