FADED
• Written by Beast447
Runnin, im runnin, cant look at you bitches
Chasing my future fuck with me get stitches
I might get high but i still grab the riches
"Trevor be wack man i hope that he misses"
Cant fucking hear you im sick with the illness
Gave her my number she thinking its Christmas
Hang with my crew then you better be fearless
I'm Passing your bitch while you clean up the dishes
Bitch i stay active while you watch in stillness
New tracks every week you cant fuck with my quickness
I hit the bong make the whole room a witness
Take one look at me people making their wishes
And thats just what im feelin like...
None of these dealers be sellin right
Ima flip another O by daylight
hit another blunt to get feelin right
bottle in my hand aint sippin light
girl on my arm and she be hella tight
didnt even know that you wanna fight
watch me get more faded and we just might
bro which way is up, down, left is that right?
I just took some drugs that fucked up my night
and now im feeling like whooooaa baby
She run up on me like im lookin tasty
i got the gas to make all my nights hazy
we got your trap in a hot box we feelin
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Beast447
Member since July 26 2016