Faded
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
Catch me up in the sky eh
We aint got to rush
Amma let you decide
Pull up in the G63
We gone slide
We gone slide
We gone slide
We gone slide
Back alley we gone slide
Drop a pin we gone slide
Classy with the suit and tie
Dripping swag we gone slide
All my hoes got the sauce
Combined we dripping sauce sauce sauce
Tap the ass hit the shit with the pan
No ketchup on my fries
No ketchup on my fries
While I'm whipping up the pie
Now I'm sipping and we high
The view is clearer
We interstellar
Vovozela
Bitches screaming
Cashing cheques
I send them to the teller
In any weather
But im high right now
And I'm tripping out my mind
And you know im pouring out
While im speaking out my mind
And you know I got to say eh
Okay I met this shawty
Tryna tell this shawty that I love her
I cantle that she wants me
She tell me a lot of niggas
Tell her that they love her
Calm your titties wait
You know no one gone love you like I do
You know this is true
Its only you
You uh uh uhh
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
Catch me up in the sky eh
We aint got to rush
Amma let you decide
Pull up in the G63
We gone slide
We gone slide
We gone slide
We gone slide
Back alley we gone slide
Drop a pin we gone slide
Classy with the suit and tie
Dripping swag we gone slide
All my hoes got the sauce
Combined we dripping sauce sauce sauce
Tap the ass hit the shit with the pan
No ketchup on my fries
No ketchup on my fries
While I'm whipping up the pie
Now I'm sipping and we high
The view is clearer
We interstellar
Vovozela
Bitches screaming
Cashing cheques
I send them to the teller
In any weather
But im high right now
And I'm tripping out my mind
And you know im pouring out
While im speaking out my mind
And you know I got to say eh
Okay I met this shawty
Tryna tell this shawty that I love her
I cantle that she wants me
She tell me a lot of niggas
Tell her that they love her
Calm your titties wait
You know no one gone love you like I do
You know this is true
Its only you
You uh uh uhh
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
Eyes faded
Lips jaded
We got all the drugs
Gimme Molly I'm upgraded
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
I flip the pan
You and I
We flying
High and high high
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Ezeocha
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