Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, Faith, lemme start real nice,
But that forehead got its own zip code—twice.
NASA called, they need more space,
Told ‘em check your head, that’s the perfect place.

Shoe addiction? Girl, calm down,
You got more pairs than people in town.
Nike, Prada, Louis, Dior,
But that forehead still got room for more!

[Chorus]
Faith, Faith, what’s the deal?
That forehead real or made of steel?
Crying to movies, tears on deck,
But Landon still lookin’ like a suspect!

[Verse 2]
Yo, speaking of Landon, what’s goin’ on?
Dude built like a NPC in a game that’s gone wrong.
Y’all watch sad films, tears on flood,
Meanwhile, his love life lookin’ like a dud.

You cry at movies, like, every night,
Girl, it’s just a script—get a grip, all right?
Titanic, Notebook, Marley & Me,
Damn, Faith, do you ever watch comedies?

[Chorus]
Faith, Faith, what’s the deal?
That forehead real or made of steel?
Buying new shoes but never new fits,
Still can’t hide that fivehead, sis!

[Bridge]
Forehead so big, it’s catchin’ the sun,
Your bangs do work, but they still on the run.
Mirror so scared, it start to shake,
Head so large, you dream in IMAX 8K!

[Verse 3]
Girl, I ain’t tryna be too mean,
But that head got its own ZIP and scene.
Shoe collection flex, yeah, we know,
But even Nike tryna sponsor ya dome.

Tell Landon stop acting strange,
That man moves like he buffering in a game.
And maybe switch up the movie picks,
Cuz we tired of the sob stories, sis!

[Outro]
Faith, Faith, take this L,
Forehead wild, but you wear it well.
Maybe next time, just buy a hat,
Cuz girl, let’s face it, that’s just facts!

(Mic drop. End track.)