Faces in the Wrong Places
Mac Miller

Yo, I’m sippin’ jet fuel, like I’m flyin’ through the sky,
Cloud nine dreams, but the ground’s where I lie.
Faces in the wrong places, all around me they glow,
Shadows whisper secrets of the life that they know.

Streets talk late at night, they know my name in the breeze,
Every corner I turn, like a puzzle, where’s the peace?
It’s a game of hide and seek, but the seeker’s lost his way,
Chasin’ ghosts of decisions that I made yesterday.

I’m rollin’ with the homies, but the vibe ain’t real tight,
Fake smiles and handshakes, something just ain’t right.
Like I’m trapped in a frame, seein’ faces in the glass,
Reflections of my past, echoing ‘bout how long it’ll last.

Got this dream like a waterfall, flowin’ over the rocks,
But the pressure’s weighin’ heavy, tickin’ like a clock.
Each tick’s a reminder of the factors in the chase,
Wonders overload, but I’m lost in this race.

Peep the scene, man, it’s bizarre when you look,
The smiles are all scripted, like a poorly worn book.
I stay blessed, but it’s hard to feel grateful,
When the fakes in the mix remind me that it’s painful.

Mind flash like strobe lights, I’m livin’ in the moment,
Tryna capture the truth while I’m lit up like a sermon.
Life’s a twist of fate, I’m just playin’ my part,
But these faces keep changin’ while I’m searchin’ my heart.

Chillin’ on this jet stream, thoughts drift like a kite,
In the skies of my mind, where the dreamers take flight.
I’m a ghost in my own skin, tryna find who I am,
But these faces in the wrong places keep jammin’ my jam.

Yeah, we all got our stories, and I’m lost in this tale,
So I’m weaving my words, hopin’ they set sail.
Tales of struggles and loves that flip like a page,
In the book of my life, I’m the ghost on the stage.

So let me float on this jet fuel, rise above the fake haze,
Finding peace in the chaos, let my soul catch the rays.
I’m writing my own script, gotta break from the mold,
With these faces in the wrong places, watch my story unfold.