G.T. - Fade Away lyrics

Damn, this shit stupid

Sometimes I wanna take them drugs
And just fade away fade away, fade away
I'm gettin' high right now
I'm talkin' 'bout real, real high
Takin' the pain away, pain away
I was fucked up, I was doin' bad
And then I made a way
I made a way, made a way
I drop down, I thank the Lord
I pray in Jesus name (Amen)
Jesus name (Amen) , Jesus name (Amen)

I couldn't count on a soul
When I needed some help
They ain't even hit my line
Ain't even call and see if I was fine
But I was always there when
They need it the most
Only thing you can't gеt back is time
I know my grandma see me evеry time
I cry and wipe my eyes
I miss Keith High, why you had to die?
When I look at your son
I see you in his eyes
Man, that shit eatin' me up inside
I miss the days when we would get high
Hop in your whip and just take us a ride
My mama miss you too, just know she A-okay
I 'member you told me if I make it
Promise to stay the same (I did)
So I stayed the same (I did)
No amount of money gon' ever make me change
(Nothin')
Popped a seal, nigga, roll up, nigga
That's just to keep me sane (yeah)
Brand new Glock 23 on my lap
With an FN just to be safe
It ain't no rules in the game we play

Sometimes I wanna take them drugs
And just fade away fade away, fade away
I'm gettin' high right now
I'm talkin' 'bout real, real high
Takin' the pain away, pain away
I was fucked up, I was doin' bad
And then I made a way
I made a way, made a way
I drop down, I thank the Lord
I pray in Jesus name (Amen)
Jesus name (Amen) , Jesus name (Amen)

Gran National, back-to back the coupes
Mine and Carlos, double S
I'm mashin' through
Baby girl grindin' up that tropical
Burn it down and then
It smell like passionfruit
Slide to one of my homies' cribs
He on the couch and he full of pills
Tryna forget 'bout his last kill
All the dirt he done in his lifetime
He can't believe that he still here
Streets is real and the stakes is high
But homie, I know how it really is
Don't let the game deprive your kids
You gotta survive and hone they skills
Get 'em ready for the game
It's a cold world, we pray in Jesus name
Keep 'em out the rain
Keep 'em stackin' change
Keep 'em havin' thangs
Four-point-six my Range, I stay vintage, man
Changin' lanes, slangin' rap like 'caine
Fools is not the same
Rap is not my only hustle, my brother
I pull multiple streams
We grow multiple strains
Legal dealing and then we get
Back to the stage

Sometimes I wanna take them drugs
And just fade away fade away, fade away
I'm gettin' high right now
I'm talkin' 'bout real, real high
Takin' the pain away, pain away
I was fucked up, I was doin' bad
And then I made a way
I made a way, made a way
I drop down, I thank the Lord
I pray in Jesus name (Amen)
Jesus name (Amen) , Jesus name (Amen)