| Full of fried food and fatigue, uh
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| Full of fried food and fatigue
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| I-I-I ain’t gettin' no sleep so I guess when I’mma wake
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| Mama-se, mama-sa, I’mma dream
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| Wearing my heart on my sleeve
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| Hol' up, hol' up, wait, no, hol' up
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| Gotta pack with my girls, no feelings all green
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| But you know no «i» in the team
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| By golly, Miss Molly, we in this thang
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| Big Bag Wolf, he make them piggies scream
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| All three houses--straw, sticks, bricks
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| And we blew 'em all down, dang, blousers
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| I don’t play games but I know enough about 'em, how to win 'em bruh
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| Realize that it’s not a game and jealousy is unhealthy competition yo
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| Welcome to the field, nigga, home of the field nigga
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| Hard-working mother, ugly duckling, black swan
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| Try to keep it in the real some time
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| But I gotta deal with a whole lotta nothing
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| And my whole life in front it so I guess I gotta run it
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| Seeing futures when I close my eyes
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| But I gotta deal with a whole lotta nothing
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| And my whole life in front it so I guess I gotta run it
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| I felt the fade but the fade’s never over
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| You playing games but you don’t got a scoreboard
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| I can’t relate, I ain’t made for this sport boy
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| It’s for the worst
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| How can I make you feel? |
| How can I
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| How can I make you feel when I don’t even feel myself?
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| Not saying I’m not cocky but I know when it come to the flow
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| I will outdo myself, boom boom bang
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| They ain’t the best cause they ain’t in they lane
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| How can you try to be something you’re not?
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| That is not art, girl please explain
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| Cut out the middle man, be instrumental
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| I’m not the one to play the second fiddle
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| Bach off my show kid, I’m tryna make Mozart
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| (I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids in like a week)
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| Guess I gotta run it
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh! |
| Ah-ah-ah-ah!
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| I felt the fade (x8) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fade , by - Lizzo. Song from the album Big GRRRL Small World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп