Faded
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Sippin' lean from the cup, back in 2010
Giving up on what we made, just to have some fun
I don't need a substance, I can withstand all the pain
Go ahead, make me beg for more, let it rain
Everybody got a story that they wanna tell
They're too afraid to speak, live it through my name
I can be the good, the bad, the ugly, I just play the game
You could never comprehend, whats inside my brain
Leaving all my fighting in the past
I'ma be rotting in the trash
Slow it down, I'm living too fast
keep it up, related to the Gang
Roads tough, shadows cast
Struggles linger, but I'm steadfast
Life's harsh, gotta navigate the contrast
In the streets, loyalty will never be supressed
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Sippin' lean from the cup, back in 2010
Giving up on what we made, just to have some fun
I don't need a substance, I can withstand all the pain
Go ahead, make me beg for more, let it rain
Everybody got a story that they wanna tell
They're too afraid to speak, live it through my name
I can be the good, the bad, the ugly, I just play the game
You could never comprehend, whats inside my brain
Leaving all my fighting in the past
I'ma be rotting in the trash
Slow it down, I'm living too fast
keep it up, related to the Gang
Roads tough, shadows cast
Struggles linger, but I'm steadfast
Life's harsh, gotta navigate the contrast
In the streets, loyalty will never be supressed
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Backing up, so I won't collapse
Always by myself, cause the Devil got my fucking hand
Living in the track, have you overrun
You look a little faded, here's your fucking gun
Credits
Writer(s): Trym Engø
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