Fading in the Background
Man i miss the old days
When i had the low fade
Back when shit was okay
Better than it is now
But that's all in the past
It ain't never comin' back 'round
Used to be a star and now i'm fadin' in the background
I miss playin' street fighter with jwaun and dad
Some days my life feel like an act just like juwanna man
And how much prayer does it take to bring my grandma back
Why don't it work like when my pastor pray for cadillacs
And if i love my friends so much then why i treat em' bad
I done pushed away the closest friends i've ever had
Self destruction is a skill and I excel at that
So imma keep on pourin' up until my liver's trashed
The apple doesn't fall far from the family tree
I hate to say that drinking heavy's in my destiny
But tell that scythe swingin' nigga stay away from me
Closed casket so the world can never see me weak
And when it's time to meet the lord i hope the angels sing
And that i'm dressed in gold with Simon Peter greeting me
I came a very long way with still a ways to go
So why the fuck do i feel right back where i started though
Man i miss the old days
When i had the low fade
Back when shit was okay
Better than it is now
But that's all in the past
It ain't never comin' back 'round
Used to be a star and now i'm fading in the background
When i had the low fade
Back when shit was okay
Better than it is now
But that's all in the past
It ain't never comin' back 'round
Used to be a star and now i'm fadin' in the background
I miss playin' street fighter with jwaun and dad
Some days my life feel like an act just like juwanna man
And how much prayer does it take to bring my grandma back
Why don't it work like when my pastor pray for cadillacs
And if i love my friends so much then why i treat em' bad
I done pushed away the closest friends i've ever had
Self destruction is a skill and I excel at that
So imma keep on pourin' up until my liver's trashed
The apple doesn't fall far from the family tree
I hate to say that drinking heavy's in my destiny
But tell that scythe swingin' nigga stay away from me
Closed casket so the world can never see me weak
And when it's time to meet the lord i hope the angels sing
And that i'm dressed in gold with Simon Peter greeting me
I came a very long way with still a ways to go
So why the fuck do i feel right back where i started though
Man i miss the old days
When i had the low fade
Back when shit was okay
Better than it is now
But that's all in the past
It ain't never comin' back 'round
Used to be a star and now i'm fading in the background
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Writer(s): Daryhl Covington
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