Valdeen - Fade Away lyrics
[Valdeen - Fade Away lyrics]
Ok tech Loaded
My breath slowing from the smoke and
I feel less stressing knowing
My death close, showing no emotion
I’m ghosted, I smoke potent, my potion
Move slow, but I’m coasting
I prayed hoe but I’m hopeless
No regrets, it’s hard to feel something
Other than blessed but I’m stressed
Cause everyone coming out for my neck
How I feel
I’d rather be cautious and keep it real
What’s the deal?
I keep all my motions low and concealed
Like a weapon
Look in the barrel of smith and Wesson
That’s a lesson
Not enough seconds to count your blessings
Check your mentions, send a message
Erase away recollection
Nother session, new direction
My money showing progression
I’m just flexing
But all I be doing is smoking pack
Never lack, shit facts, I’m blasted
Back packing
With the sack, flip that, gymnastic
Ass backwards
Roll up gas, hit that, ain’t no puff puff
Passing
I just chief shit
Hungry as fuck and I’m finna eat
For the team shit
All of these snakes and fakes
On some fiend shit
Discreet, and I keep it quiet
Just like a secret
To me, all of the rappers be on sweet shit
It’s weak but I’m Balling For Real
I’m off the ganja
And a fucking witchacallit for real
I need a problem solver I’m
A alcoholic for real i want all the drama
I ain’t never been calmer for real
I been feeling weakened like
A weekend on drugs i’m so evil how the fuck
Could demons even find love?
I’m so Motherfucking faded THC in my lungs
I got the homies rolling up we
Got a eighth in the Dutch
My breath slowing from the smoke and
I feel less stressing knowing
My death close, showing no emotion
I’m ghosted, I smoke potent, my potion
Move slow, but I’m coasting
I prayed hoe but I’m hopeless
No regrets, it’s hard to feel something
Other than blessed but I’m stressed
Cause everyone coming out for my neck
How I feel
I’d rather be cautious and keep it real
What’s the deal?
I keep all my motions low and concealed
Like a weapon
Look in the barrel of smith and Wesson
That’s a lesson
Not enough seconds to count your blessings
Check your mentions, send a message
Erase away recollection
Nother session, new direction
My money showing progression
I’m just flexing
But all I be doing is smoking pack
Never lack, shit facts, I’m blasted
Back packing
With the sack, flip that, gymnastic
Ass backwards
Roll up gas, hit that, ain’t no puff puff
Passing
I just chief shit
Hungry as fuck and I’m finna eat
For the team shit
All of these snakes and fakes
On some fiend shit
Discreet, and I keep it quiet
Just like a secret
To me, all of the rappers be on sweet shit
It’s weak but I’m Balling For Real
I’m off the ganja
And a fucking witchacallit for real
I need a problem solver I’m
A alcoholic for real i want all the drama
I ain’t never been calmer for real
I been feeling weakened like
A weekend on drugs i’m so evil how the fuck
Could demons even find love?
I’m so Motherfucking faded THC in my lungs
I got the homies rolling up we
Got a eighth in the Dutch