Faded
Drink too much, put the song on replay
Never thought that I would even come your way
Paved their way for them to get paid
Every one has a song on display
Draw you, vaman, unguard Duse
Cut them straight down with the words that you say
But you're faded, so caution, you might sway
From one side to the other, then replay
Bost-fo-fas, put your mind in the wrongs
And they're looking at you crazy like you might go west
Saying you don't really care 'cause you always like to pass a blame
Can't take the credit for what's always going on inside your brain
Always posing your thoughts to the mainstream media
No one wants to hear you complain
All the same, you can't stop all the trash in your lane
Like someone else has stolen all the keys to your fun
Yeah
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
Shit, pure shit
Spitting your rhymes with a two-step timing
Hola at you boys, let them know that I'm in
Crying it's a shame, let the rest start climbing
Co-operate ladders, this should be a climb end
I don't give a shit that you can't even spit
Throw it up to me, it'll be alright, just a little bit
And I don't trip they want me to the grip
Let them suck a nice age pussy and gets a little sip
Always looking right over their shoulders
People in glass houses shouldn't throw boulders
But even so their anger smolder
Thrinking their hearts makes the people grow colder
And every day that I grow a little older
I'm messing with discreet, tryna figure how to molder
But even so don't think of me a soldier
I'm just saying what others have told ya
Yeah
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
Shit, pure shit
Never thought that I would even come your way
Paved their way for them to get paid
Every one has a song on display
Draw you, vaman, unguard Duse
Cut them straight down with the words that you say
But you're faded, so caution, you might sway
From one side to the other, then replay
Bost-fo-fas, put your mind in the wrongs
And they're looking at you crazy like you might go west
Saying you don't really care 'cause you always like to pass a blame
Can't take the credit for what's always going on inside your brain
Always posing your thoughts to the mainstream media
No one wants to hear you complain
All the same, you can't stop all the trash in your lane
Like someone else has stolen all the keys to your fun
Yeah
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
Shit, pure shit
Spitting your rhymes with a two-step timing
Hola at you boys, let them know that I'm in
Crying it's a shame, let the rest start climbing
Co-operate ladders, this should be a climb end
I don't give a shit that you can't even spit
Throw it up to me, it'll be alright, just a little bit
And I don't trip they want me to the grip
Let them suck a nice age pussy and gets a little sip
Always looking right over their shoulders
People in glass houses shouldn't throw boulders
But even so their anger smolder
Thrinking their hearts makes the people grow colder
And every day that I grow a little older
I'm messing with discreet, tryna figure how to molder
But even so don't think of me a soldier
I'm just saying what others have told ya
Yeah
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
What the hell do you want from me?
Quit picking my brains
My thoughts are free, I'll tell you what
I think of the overly complex companies
Shit, pure shit
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Debruyn
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