This is a song about "Burnt faces"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I might as well just smack your faces

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I been all around the world

Im not too fond of sun burnt,

Saggy pants an vacant faces,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

A world comsumed by the book of faces

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Let's have a toast for this new love

Looking at these faces

On the slow jam of love

All new faces, leave no traces