The Fade

[Verse 1]

Full of fried food and fatigue, uh

Full of fried food and fatigue

I-I-I ain't gettin' no sleep so I guess when I'mma wake

Mama-se, mama-sa, I'mma dream

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Hol' up, hol' up, wait, no, hol' up

Gotta pack with my girls, no feelings all green

But you know no "i" in the team

By golly, Miss Molly, we in this thang

Big Bag Wolf, he make them piggies scream

All three houses--straw, sticks, bricks

And we blew 'em all down, dang, blousers

I don't play games but I know enough about 'em, how to win 'em bruh

Realize that it's not a game and jealousy is unhealthy competition yo

Welcome to the field, nigga, home of the field nigga

Hard-working mother, ugly duckling, black swan

Try to keep it in the real some time

But I gotta deal with a whole lotta nothing

And my whole life in front it so I guess I gotta run it

Seeing futures when I close my eyes

But I gotta deal with a whole lotta nothing

And my whole life in front it so I guess I gotta run it

[Hook]

I felt the fade but the fade's never over

You playing games but you don't got a scoreboard

I can't relate, I ain't made for this sport boy

It's for the worst

[Verse 2]

How can I make you feel? How can I

How can I make you feel when I don't even feel myself?

Not saying I'm not cocky but I know when it come to the flow

I will outdo myself, boom boom bang

They ain't the best cause they ain't in they lane

How can you try to be something you're not?

That is not art, girl please explain

Cut out the middle man, be instrumental

I'm not the one to play the second fiddle

Bach off my Chopin, I'm tryna make Mozart

(I ain't seen the back of my eyelids in like a week)

Guess I gotta run it

[Hook] (x2)

[Outro]

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh! Ah-ah-ah-ah!

I felt the fade (x8)