Faded
I'm wasted, ah
I'm faded ah, I'm faded ah
I'm faded out, I'm fading oh
(I'm fading ya)
In the past
(I'm faded ya)
Know I'ma last
(I'm fading ya)
Moving fast
(I'm faded ya)
Do the dash
(I'm fading ya)
What would you do
(I'm faded ya)
If it was you
(I'm fading ya)
Who would've knew
(I'm faded ya)
Just keep it true
Money I've been making
Stacking for the generations
Knowing one day I'mma make it
All I needed was some patience
Doctor like I got some patients
Wockhardt, pour it in my foam cup
When they say it ain't enough I say fuck it
I should pour some more
Pour me a four then pour some more
Pour it in my foam cup
Pour it like it ain't enough
Pour it like we ain't got nothin' to live for no more
All these blessings in my life ain't nothin' to sin for no more
Move like a demon, this is a curse
I got a twin, this is a messenger
I got a glock but this shit ain't a purse
Moving them digits and breaking them scales
And breaking them bills like I won't go to work
I'm moving different, I feel like the villain
I'm off on the search and you niggas can't lurk
Come off of the ground and put you in the dirt
Faith is something I feel I put in my head
Leaves me seeing all the lies that I've out fed
Leave me, love me, all the lies get out of my head
Ah, ah, ah
I'm faded ah, I'm faded ah
I'm faded out, I'm fading oh
(I'm fading ya)
In the past
(I'm faded ya)
Know I'ma last
(I'm fading ya)
Moving fast
(I'm faded ya)
Do the dash
(I'm fading ya)
What would you do
(I'm faded ya)
If it was you
(I'm fading ya)
Who would've knew
(I'm faded ya)
Just keep it true
Money I've been making
Stacking for the generations
Knowing one day I'mma make it
All I needed was some patience
Doctor like I got some patients
Wockhardt, pour it in my foam cup
When they say it ain't enough I say fuck it
I should pour some more
Pour me a four then pour some more
Pour it in my foam cup
Pour it like it ain't enough
Pour it like we ain't got nothin' to live for no more
All these blessings in my life ain't nothin' to sin for no more
Move like a demon, this is a curse
I got a twin, this is a messenger
I got a glock but this shit ain't a purse
Moving them digits and breaking them scales
And breaking them bills like I won't go to work
I'm moving different, I feel like the villain
I'm off on the search and you niggas can't lurk
Come off of the ground and put you in the dirt
Faith is something I feel I put in my head
Leaves me seeing all the lies that I've out fed
Leave me, love me, all the lies get out of my head
Ah, ah, ah
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Writer(s): Love Noire
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