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Catch A Fade

 

Catch A Fade

(Album: Reaper - 2016)


[Yung Death:]
Bitch, you catch a fade
Bitch, you catch a fade
That's for sure
I'ma grab the weapon, go grab the weapon and take your soul
I'ma sell the dank, I'ma sell the dank and still I smoke

Then I needa go
Then I needa go smoke
Then I needa go
Then I needa go smoke
Then I needa go
Then I needa go smoke
Then I needa go
Then I needa

I'm so high, bitch, I can't even think
Floating but I really wanna sink
Riding around and I'm switching lanes
Way to make it in first place
I'm so high, bitch, I can't even think
Floating but I really wanna sink
Riding around and I'm switching lanes
Way to make it in first place

Yeah I'm Earnhardt but I spin off at the end of the race
Die in the flames, it's a motherfucking shame
Death be the one with the plugs and the shades
Death be the one with the handsome face
Death be the one with the wicked wicked ways
Death be the one with a significant wave
Death be the one with the sticky sticky stank
Got a backpack full of shit smelling like the haze
Shouts out to my man, Blvck Psvlm, you know he got the beats
Overseas, let the music travel wherever it needs
A disease the way it spread, I'm making shit with so much ease
It's so crazy how I did what I did to get where I be

[Yung Warden Buffet:]
[?] cooling in the stu today
[?] playing cool today
I'ma keep us moving through this lowercase
And then I spark this doob, I'm finna groove away
I put the Bic to the sticky 'til I'm truly stuck
Pen to the pad 'til my hand gives up
Stick to the plans, in my clan I trust
We a band of some sheisty Schema fucks
I live and I breathe this posse shit
I'm going north for my fucking set
But on this particular night it's Warden, Pslvm, and Yung fucking Death
I'm off them green bars, it's my Kryptonite
I'm too slumped to hold up my head
And I been choking down so many cigarettes might have a hole in my fucking chest
It's Buffet, bitch, and it seems to me
I got some sort of twisted death wish
Coffee and kush for breakfast
And it's Newport shorts 'til I'm breathless
And I'm broke, hoe, but I'll sure as hell
Give yo ass that pearly necklace
Don't know what the hell got a hold of me
But I can't stop being reckless

I used to live my life as if I owed the world some shit
But now I'm realizing [?]
And I don't really want none of yo zips
So many people try to come and change my mind
I know I might [?]
No good reason why I would ever [?] any of you pricks

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