Wake up, I'm (faded)
Take a puff (faded)
Hit the club (faded)
We turn up in the basement

Pass out, I'm (faded)
Come back, I'm (faded)
Always ridin (faded)
That's how you know I made it

My melodys for entertainment
My lyrics may be what you make them
But lyrically I'm making statements
I started this inside my basement
Muthafuckas just want my greatness
I tell em all that we gon make it
I'm dreaming that I'm super famous
But really I'm just drifting aimless
Till I fade (fade, fade, fade) away
Till I break (break, break, break) the chain
They gon take (Take, take, take) my soul
Just to make (Make, make) make it out whole
Ain't it ironic, (yeah, yeah)
What it take to be iconic (yeah, yeah)
They call me psychotic (yeah, yeah)
But I haven't even started, oh no
I'm taking my time with, these rhymes
Got double entendres, inside
I don't have a genre, instead
I'm using the lines in, my head