Reverend Sinn - Satanic Panic

Triple Faded

I'm triple faded
Triple faded triple faded
Your shits basic
Your just basic man just face it
It's time I made it
I can't even walk I'm triple faded
Triple faded, triple faded triple faded

Grabbing a bottle of champaign and I'm taking it right to the brain
Couple of lines do them off of a knife and now I'm just going insane
Packing a bowl, I'm ready smoke, triple faded again
Me and the devil are friends
Shank in your gut make you end
And my knife ain't pretend
I be setting these trends, I'm making these moves
Get high in the crib, get high in the booth
I'm Reverend Sinn who the hell are you

I'm triple faded
Triple faded triple faded
Your shits basic
Your just basic man just face it
It's time I made it
I can't even walk I'm triple faded
Triple faded, triple faded triple faded

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Writer(s): Connor Balderaz
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