Faded

[Chorus: Red Cafe] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’ma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’ma be faded Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne [Verse 1: Red Cafe] Damn I look good, somebody take a photo I run my his-house, you can ask Jojo Yank fitted on, my money on Jeter My girls all dimes, Louie Vuitton divas I’m fly like an overnight letter Shorty, sleep with me Make your overnights wetter Better I’m faded (I’m faded) And tonight I’m gonna get wasted See to everybody listening, if it’s on I’ma get at ‘em I can say whatever I’m a tax paying citizen Middle finger up, I ain't got a conscience I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers Head honcho, Kush in the console Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo’s I’m all that, everyday all black Got Ciroc on deck so I’m faded off that [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’ma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’ma be faded Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Two homes on the block, each one a mil' And this ring on my finger is an E-1 deal Canary yellow stone, can’t be faded Fatigue belt, .45 made for the Navy Young niggas ready to grapple down ya building I’m living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm Can’t be faded, two pills a charm She licks on my chest, reading tats on my arm Hit her form the back, same time my mind blown Speechless so she scream in silence A real bad boy and all my speeches violent [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’ma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’ma be faded Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne [Verse 3: Red Cafe] Pour for them white girls, that like girls We just buy all these bottles cause it excite girls Yeah shorty go on kill a runway I knew you would have been a supermodel one day (what else?) I’m mashing out lighting up on a highway Shit, I’m supposed to be high, it’s the highway Anybody wanna eat? Come saddle up My team getting money, everybody tatted up Marqee status, flights no baggage Dope dicks make these hoes Cafe addicts (what else?) Huh, and I am the most hated Bottles to the face, shake it up then spray it [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got a feeling A real good feeling I’ma be faded The bar is open We just bought it I’ma be faded Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne pouuuur, ouuuur, ouuuur Let the champagne