Lizzo - The Fade lyrics

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, n***a, home of the field n***a 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 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 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 co*ky 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 show kid, I'm tryna make Mozart (I ain't seen the back of my eyelids in like a week) Guess I gotta run it 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 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 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh! Ah-ah-ah-ah! I felt the fade