Too high, too faded
late nights and we ragin (uh)
I pray to God
I pray to God but I’m on fire like Satan
I see… all of these people
who say that they riding for me
but they lyin to me
ain’t nobody that’s willing to die for me
(and that’s fine)
I’m a lone wolf don’t need a pack
if I gave you love I can take it back
looking in the past…
(yeah)
it really wasn’t all that bad
so why the fuck am I so mad?
why the fuck I feel so lost?
got everything that I ever wanted
but someone tell me what did it cost?
(what did it cost?)
(what did it cost?)
I’m racked up
with (my stacks up)
but I still feel fuckin empty
introverted been the way I am
I don’t like it when I’m in the city
(yeah)
I want love but I’ve been hurt
she did me ugly but she pretty
so I’m
Too high, too faded
late nights and we ragin (uh)
I pray to God
I pray to God but I’m on fire like Satan
back up in the day
i was blowing Mary Jane
all kinds of different strains
taking hits straight to the brain
high school faded kid
kept to himself
one thing about him
I’ll tell yah he’ll never back down
getting high and staying quiet
don’t fuck with no class clowns
go to work after school
weekends he be getting lit
taking all these hits
he didn’t know when to quit
get in trouble with the cops
he caught up in all the shit
only thing he gave a fuck about was money and his friends
buying dab pens and clothes
focused on all the hoes
tryna find his own path
but didn’t know where to go
try to pray to god at night
Instead he would just get high
in his room
With his PS 5
he tryna just vibe
kid cudi in the beats
he was bumpin day in night
get excited from the sound of the music
so he would write
better that then go and fight
he was nice but kept a 9
anytime he made a song
only time that he felt alive
but he’s 27 now
and he’s on the fuckin grind
tryna level up the field
with his body and his mind
quit the weed
quit the drinks
and everything that he hates
but he’s
Too high, too faded
late nights and we ragin (uh)
I pray to God
I pray to God but I’m on fire like Satan
Casey_Von
