| I’ve been drinking way too long, super faded
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| Super faded, super faded
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| Turned up like my favorite song, super faded
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| Super faded, super faded
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| Walking around thinking I made it
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| Yeah I know I had too much and crossed the line
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| Super faded, I’m super faded
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| I’m super faded, baby I don’t give a fuck tonight
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| Super faded, I’m super faded
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| Walking around thinking I made it
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| Now it’s feeling like a celebration
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| Eyes low, you can tell I’m faded
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| Standing on the couch like it’s about to go down
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| Yelling out «we fucking made it»
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| I’mma keep drinking 'till my time is up
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| Mile high club, I could give a flying fuck
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| I got pretty girls next to me
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| Rolling around the club cause I want my ex to see
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| Cause I’m just trying to party though, sorry I’m not sorry though
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| Running to the top, I cannot stop — check out my cardio
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| I’m good, never been better
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| Too turned up, bitch get on my level (That I’m on)
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| And when the liquor is talking, I’mma live in the moment I’m gone
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| Faded
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| I’m singing «oh, what an evening»
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| Packed bars what we in, riding in black cars, can’t see in
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| And I’m hoping the night’s as young as I’m feeling
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| And I’m gone, drunk off Patron
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| DJ keep playing my favorite song
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| And all of these hoes singing along
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| I’m batting cleanup, bringing them home
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| So I walk up in the building, got my head up to the ceiling
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| Got all my homies with me and I’m feeling like a million
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| I’m good, never been better
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| Too turned up, bitch get on my level (That I’m on)
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| And when the liquor is talking, I’mma live in the moment I’m gone
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| Faded
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| I’m just trying to party though (super faded)
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| Sorry I’m not sorry though (super faded)
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| I’m feeling like a million (super faded)
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| Super faded, super faded
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| Walking around thinking I made it |