Faded

I'm just so
I'm just so
I'm just so
Faded

Spent the day in the office
Ain't seen a face but my boss's
Wake up and clock in
Soon as my head hit the bed the alarm is set
And it's going off again
Tryna get all of them Founding Fathers
Offer my life to them
End of the week and my pockets empty
I swear to God that I'm done with it all
Son I don't wanna recall nothing at all
Jumping the stumbling block
Want to get off what I'm hung up upon
How can I make my way to free?
Is there a way to see how to get from A to Z?
Thankfully got something to take the pain from me

I'm just so
I'm just so
I'm just so
Faded

Yah, I'm feeling good, I'm finna walk in the woods
I'm finna find me some water and hop in a pool
I'm feeling cool, nothing could bother me
Nothing at all, naw
Hop in the car, I wanna pop on a song
Drive till I'm lost, I can forget all my thoughts
Not a regret in my heart
I'm not scared no more, don't care no more
Not paranoid, my problems aren't there no more
I swear to God they're gone as I am for sure
Spark one, I'm inhaling more
Fuck all the problems and dramas, I'm feeling amazing
This is the haze I spend all my days in
Don't gotta face shit if you're shitfaced
So face this baby I'm faded, ay

I'm just so
I'm just so
I'm just so
Sober

Every good high somehow will come down
Above the ground up, now it's touchdown
Just out of touch, spun out and hung out
With dry mouth and no one 'round
Put the blunt down but now somehow the puff cloud
Won't shroud the bluffs one tells, they come out
Try to silence cries with highs and vices
You'll find out why it's called loud
Ain't shit changed and I'm shocked, came from my job
Plopped on the couch and I smoked pot
Got fucked up and high, did nothing
Wonder why my life is stuck in the same spot?
It's goddamn monotonous, I'm caught in this
But I don't really want to fix it, I'm indifferent
I don't really got it in me to take a hard glimpse in the mirror
And spark a difference
Naw it's uncomfortable to come close to confronting those
Emotions from my comfort zone
So I just won't do it, every motion I go through it
And keep the insufferable stuff from the scope of my eyes
Heaven knows they're kept welded closed when I'm high
So pass the Dutchie 'pon the left hand side
I'll try just not tonight



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Writer(s): Jacob Cunningham
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