Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faded, artist - Jimmy Prime.
Date of issue: 14.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Faded |
I try |
Yea I try |
I try, I try |
She says I only call her when I’m faded |
When I’m faded |
She says I only call her when I’m faded |
I would call her right now |
But I’m faded |
Yea I’m faded and I try, yea I try |
I try to call her when I’m sober |
Like, I should call her over |
But I only ever call her when I’m faded |
Cause I only think about her when I’m faded |
Yea I smoke, I drink |
I’m supposed to quit, I can’t |
Cause when I sit and think I just draw a blank |
But when I, smoke the swisher get gone off the liquor |
That’s when I start painting pictures and they so vivid |
Like you would swear that you there |
That’s why I put it on the table and I leave it there |
Like old clothes in the closet that I don’t never wear |
Ain’t cause they cheap or nothing, and it ain’t deep or nothing |
It’s like I work so hard, like I don’t sleep or nothing |
I swear I see it coming, I can see the people loving |
I can feel it in the air like the energy |
And no white pair of Air’s like they memories |
That mean star bubbles |
Niggas stealing, more trouble |
I do all my own stunts, no stunt double |
Pump your brakes lil' nigga |
You like punk metal, I’m on the next level |
I try, I try |
And I don’t know why |
Cause I ain’t even got the time |
But I try, I try, I try |
And I don’t even lie |
Cause I ain’t got the time, no, no |
She says I only call her when I’m faded |
When I’m faded |
I told her right now how I’m faded |
Got to call her up cause I’m faded |
Yea I’m faded, I’m faded |
And I try, I try, I try |
I try, I try |
But I’m hardly ever sober |
Still wanna call you over |
Yea, I still wanna call you over |
She says I only call her when I’m faded |
And I’m faded |
I swear to God right now, I’m faded |
I try |
Beat switch |
So can we get faded? |
And forget for just a little bit baby |
Can we get faded? |
And forget for just a little bit baby |
She says she miss me like the desert miss the rain |
Or a soldier misses home when that bullet miss his brain |
Or how a locked up nigga miss a Benzo and a chain |
Such a God damn shame, but fuck it |
Y’all don’t hear me tho |
It’s bourbon, it’s Champagne and have a toast |
Pull up for the good times and have a smoke |
Spend time with the people that matter most |
Cause people out here dying and it’s not a joke |
I’m a have wifey and some hoes at my funeral |
Everybody getting faded like the liquor flow |
But no tears, the boy with no fears |
The reason I’m still here to smile and say cheers |
Gold bottles, we is |
Celebrating with yours truly, sincere |
Sliding and riding, lets disappear |
So can we get faded? |
And forget for just a little bit baby |
Can we get faded? |
And forget for just a little bit baby |
You and I |
Should stop wasting time |
Cause you the one I want |