B.A.K.E.R - Faded Love lyrics

[Verse 1: Slank] Back in third grade, I used to wanna spit bars Now days I'm getting laid, while I'm sparking up a gar Girl told me I'm addicted, always feel conflicted I just wanna smoke with my n***as dawg, kick it But I want my chick too, every time I win, I loose It's a Catch 22, that's why I like my beats smooth I be with Tom, dropping bombs, over some soul sh** Ring the alarm, I'm 'bouta harm 'em with emotion, uh You ain't never seen Nikes like these I put 'em in your face, I just do it, 3-D And when I'm in the party, I'm hardly, ever not ballin' I used to be wack, then why the f** you keep callin'? Me, I'm from the KY Constantly we stay high Put our lyrics in a robot, Goon A-I This is what it's like when a pot head ponders Give your boy a beat and I'ma let my thoughts wonder [Verse 2: B.A.K.E.R] Yo, my b**h hate it, when I be getting faded I be like you baby, what is you really saying? Cause I remember back, you was all about that life My right hand, the only girl who had that mix down right She would pour up with a n***a, now she pouring out her feelings I'm like, can we pour some more so we can ignore all of these feelings Cause faded love is the best love With no chaser, we don't need that tainted love Yea I hated love, that was like a year ago I used to miss you too but that was like a beer ago Now I'm on some new sh** I gotta new chick who all about this fadedadated sh** with me You could've been here sipping sh** with me But now you tripping lately What's good with you baby, heard you got a lame n***a He be drinking water, oh them Bobby Boucher lame n***as You got a water boy, f** that sh**, pour up mother f**er [Verse 3: Slank] I'm tryna' get my baby back, baby back I'll let her rock my Lakers cap And she ain't gotta give it back In the whip or in the sac I'ma give that a** a smack Loud pack, freak a black Gimmie this, gimmie that, baby fill in what I lack Like some cement in the cracks, skeet semen on your a** f** rap, f** cash, give the kid a blunt wrap and a bus pa** And I'll haul a**, to find wherever your at You welcome me on top of you, similar to a door mat I can't handle sh** alone, when I get grown I be on my bullsh**, cigarettes, mobile phones Pocket buzz, pocket buzz, I knew exactly who it was I been here and you been there, the sh** is too f**ed up So I get f**ed up, smoked out, more blunts Real sh**, ill sh**, but I need her every month If she ever leave me I'ma die, where the grave at I love you and I need you but I'm tryna' go and blaze that...