"Faces" lyrics - ED SHEERAN

Ho, oh
Faces change
But this place'll stay the same
And I'll know when I'll go
Home

Yeah
And I'm pickin' up another bag
And I pack another knapsack
The airport's like a stoplight to me
Sittin' on red, green light go
Can't see my family
My family grew into a globe of friends and fans
Or some may call 'em
And it's on the stage I stand
To jam, rock, sing
No wakin' up to stop the dream
I lived the life, signed a picture
'Cause no dam could stop the stream
Or floodgates, I'm in a fucked race
And a pocket fulla culture condoms
They put you on the podium for first place
But on the block, they judge you on 'em, so
Who got the South in a six-pack, and a shotgun just for show
I'll put the white boys back in gold teeth
Put the hood in mossy oak, I'm the
Child of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some life
Beat me down with criticism
But at least the critic's write with a broken pen
There they go again
I'm a token man, I'm a rollin' gem
Like a rollin' stone, I'm closin' in
I'm goin' home, I'm home again
Bring it back up in the U.K.
With a Dixie flag and a sixty sack
Catfish Billy, hell you say
I'm just bein' blunt, homie, keep the grass
(Now bumper sticker that, drop a rap and change me)

And you changed me
Into what I am now
Oh, you made me
Into something I was always gonna be
It seems these broken dreams don't lie, ooh
And so now my broken wings won't fly

Yeah, take one look
Better yet, take two
But if I take that break, as a move you made
This dude you shape will come take you back
Back to the roots I've been
Without a fuckin' pot to pee in
Or a spot to sleep in
Hot or cold outside, it's not the season
'Cause I am not the reason
That the image you're used to seein'
Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless
Meaning yes, I'm different
Differently made
And me screamin' the A
Is not the difference in grades
It's the place I stayed
'Cause the schools were underpaid
The teachers taught, but to me they fought
The star that was underway
It was under Wayne, it was in my name
Michael, M.W.A
Atha, and in trouble I stayed
Breakin' out of this bubble they made
Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven
And I'll go back to heaven in a Chevrolet
Fuck the world with a tattooed hand
Committed to the words I say
A bloodline's not a family tree
It's a needle in my skin for all to see
I ain't never got a spring break, tattooed drunk
But I drink and take the ink
(Shirts off, you can't, you can't change me)

And you changed me
Into what I am now
Oh, you made me
Into something I was always gonna be
It seems these broken dreams don't lie, ooh
And so now my broken wings won't fly