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