[Verse 1]
Soft as blue jeans but I'm a wearing a name
She got a nice car but she dressing the same
She gotta make money but she down in a drain
Spoiled as fuck, man she better go and get on the game
Ah - don’t do it, get it on
92 problems, tryna vent it on
Cigarettes on counters, better get it off, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm on the floor now but I'm dying
On a room for 4 now
Baby so hard but I'm trying
Young and suicidal, gimme more time
And I swear I'll take another minute

[Chorus]
I'm faded, faded
Don’t worry about my name
One day you finna know it
I'm faded, faded
Don’t worry about my name
One day you finna know it
I'm faded, faded
Don’t worry about my name
One day you finna know it
I'm faded, faded

*monologue from “The Perks of Being A Wallflower”
Sam: I'm driving away and I'm just feeling so small, just asking myself: "Why do I and everyone I love pick people that treat us like we're nothing?"
Charlie: We accept the love we think we deserve.
Sam: Then why didn't you ever ask me out?