Faded
It's that L to the I to the Z Z O
Ain't got no time for the C3P0, wookie
Never knock nookie, but I'd rather stack cookies
Looking at the sunset the color of Snookie
Woman of the year, huzzah huzzah huzzah, give her three cheers
Killin' everyone up in the coven, witch
Cuttin' all these niggas, better sew up, stitch
Will Smithin' these hoes, you know how it works
Punch a brotha out and say "Welcome to Earth"
I drop a mil, take off a scarf
Locs on my face like 'I make this look good'
Ugh! Capitalize your capital, with a capital G
Giving out my secrets, man, ya'll better pay me
Sucky people marry suckers and they suck
Then they have sucky kids, they grow up, then what?
They attend all the sucky universities
And spend our money like it grows on trees
Siphon to the authorities then get confused when we
Conglomerate to the inner cities
Perched on streets, looking super sketchy
Skid marks on their knees, their hands in their pockets
They walking by real fast in case we got that rocket
Boom! Slam the door to they apartment
That sucky wife is pregnant with another suck-ass kid
I'm askin "When will it end?", waiting on that meteor shower
To rain down and bring all these suck niggas to they final hour
Don't tell us to slow it down, we won't listen
We're twenty-somethings and it's twenty something
Greenrooms, drugs and liquor and hip hop
We're twenty somethings and it's twenty something
Rumors that world gon' end don't faze me
I'mma get faded, I'mma get faded
Ain't got no time for the C3P0, wookie
Never knock nookie, but I'd rather stack cookies
Looking at the sunset the color of Snookie
Woman of the year, huzzah huzzah huzzah, give her three cheers
Killin' everyone up in the coven, witch
Cuttin' all these niggas, better sew up, stitch
Will Smithin' these hoes, you know how it works
Punch a brotha out and say "Welcome to Earth"
I drop a mil, take off a scarf
Locs on my face like 'I make this look good'
Ugh! Capitalize your capital, with a capital G
Giving out my secrets, man, ya'll better pay me
Sucky people marry suckers and they suck
Then they have sucky kids, they grow up, then what?
They attend all the sucky universities
And spend our money like it grows on trees
Siphon to the authorities then get confused when we
Conglomerate to the inner cities
Perched on streets, looking super sketchy
Skid marks on their knees, their hands in their pockets
They walking by real fast in case we got that rocket
Boom! Slam the door to they apartment
That sucky wife is pregnant with another suck-ass kid
I'm askin "When will it end?", waiting on that meteor shower
To rain down and bring all these suck niggas to they final hour
Don't tell us to slow it down, we won't listen
We're twenty-somethings and it's twenty something
Greenrooms, drugs and liquor and hip hop
We're twenty somethings and it's twenty something
Rumors that world gon' end don't faze me
I'mma get faded, I'mma get faded
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Writer(s): Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Aaron Matthew Mader, Ryan Olson
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