
1000 Faces Joe Budden
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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Now we were once two niggas of the same kind
Went to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder
And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her
So I’m like “how could you get mad of what she thought of me”
I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly
Cause you got bitter, it was real fickle
With me saying “girls are a dime a dozen” to a nigga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer
Wish I’da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed
When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout
In 30 years I ain’t reckon how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of getting cut off
Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn’t worth more
[Hook: Scott Stapp & Mark Tremonti]
(So, you know it's hell, you know it well)
Now I'm forced to look behind
I'm forced to look at you
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell which is you
(So, you know it's hell, you know it well)
Broken mirrors paint the floor
Why can't you see the truth
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell me which is you
Now we were once two niggas of the same kind
Went to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder
And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her
So I’m like “how could you get mad of what she thought of me”
I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly
Cause you got bitter, it was real fickle
With me saying “girls are a dime a dozen” to a nigga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer
Wish I’da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed
When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout
In 30 years I ain’t reckon how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of getting cut off
Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn’t worth more
[Hook: Scott Stapp & Mark Tremonti]
(So, you know it's hell, you know it well)
Now I'm forced to look behind
I'm forced to look at you
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell which is you
(So, you know it's hell, you know it well)
Broken mirrors paint the floor
Why can't you see the truth
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell me which is you
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