Always wanna come inside when we ragin' I don't wanna hear your lies, I'm too faded I don't wanna take your calls when I'm wasted Late nights, livin' life like we famous (I don't wanna hear) (I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna) The drink had me gone You

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

And now I'm missin' your love I'm faded once again, I don’t know where I am But I just know I'm driftin' far from you I'm tryna keep my head strong, but my heart won't Just let me grow away from you Don't you know we're driftin' off, driftin' off? I know

Cup full, yeah I'm on Poured up, she ready Leave here, too on Tell me where I'm headed Tree leaf, a little O You know I'm faded Heart shape and I love that Come here, I'm down with it

I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

Oh I, do you? They say in chess, you gotta kill the queen And then you mate it A funny thing, the king who gets himself assassinated Hey now, every time i lose You took a town by storm The mess you made was nominated

I told your boy, "your bitch needs to chill" (bitch need to chill) Jou ma se poes Fuck, I'm so faded Sour taste in your mouth Your bitch call me the greatest In the morning, I'll be fresh as fuck Fat faded fuck faces hate it How'd you get so jaded? Sorry

Yeah, I meant it I'm fucked up, I'm faded I'm so complicated Those things that I said They were so overrated I thought I-I-I-I-I-I can shake this off But I-I-I-I-I-I, yeah, I meant it Oh yeah, I-I-I-I-I-I, really fucking meant it I've been drunk three

And I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire You know, I used to be on fire And fall in love in my backyard 'Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore And nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd In the background screaming, "everybody, look at

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane