Cross-Faded
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Pick a poison, take a seat
I show you how the champions feast
I'm on the prowl, for linen sheets
And someone who can come with me
First I kick with company
They brought all this fun for we
All different kinds of luxury
From beans, to nugs, to nose candy
And you know how I love to get cross-faded
No, I'm not the plug, but I know who gave it
Feeling like this pits getting pretty x-rated
Everybody's lit, so let's celebrate it
Locomotion, move your feet
We like to party with the freaks
What commotion, can't you see
That this can be our own retreat
No emotions, stay discrete
We haven't even hit the peak
Though the future's looking bleak
At least we got this time to keep
Shawty took a couple mollys
Now she run the party
Going wild, she think she Cardi
She ain't feeling sorry
Match the mood, I'm on my way
Til I'm in a haze
I can't even feel my face
As we leave our hideaway
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Pick a poison, take a seat
I show you how the champions feast
I'm on the prowl, for linen sheets
And someone who can come with me
First I kick with company
They brought all this fun for we
All different kinds of luxury
From beans, to nugs, to nose candy
And you know how I love to get cross-faded
No, I'm not the plug, but I know who gave it
Feeling like this pits getting pretty x-rated
Everybody's lit, so let's celebrate it
Locomotion, move your feet
We like to party with the freaks
What commotion, can't you see
That this can be our own retreat
No emotions, stay discrete
We haven't even hit the peak
Though the future's looking bleak
At least we got this time to keep
Shawty took a couple mollys
Now she run the party
Going wild, she think she Cardi
She ain't feeling sorry
Match the mood, I'm on my way
Til I'm in a haze
I can't even feel my face
As we leave our hideaway
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
Conversations, we all taken
New relations, we all making
Old persuasions, we all facing
Constellations, we all spacing
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Writer(s): Christopher Tevalan
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