Matt Solo - Faded (SoGon) lyrics

Produced by Treehouse] [Engineering by Colton "Hiro" Bonine] [Intro] So so gone, Faded like old pictures So gone, faded like old pictures so gone We gettin' faded like old pictures (So gone) faded like old pictures We gettin' faded like old pictures so gone We gettin' faded like old pictures so gone We Gettin' faded like old pictures so gone [Verse 1] Straight outta Boone height, on the hoodie White powder in my pocket, no it ain't a goody And Pat been gettin' to it, bout to make a movie I'm still in the hood, pushin' packs til they pursue me Homies on good gas, blowin' that doja I be slangin good crack, on that corner Seen a lil' bad b**h, pull up to the store bruh Cross the ave track sprint, like I gotta know her And i was like damn b**h!, and she was like what boy? And i was like come here girl, and she was like what for? And now we kickin' it, sliding round the city in a rental Lean in the cup, smoke piling out the window Gettin' to it on a mission, but naw I ain't smokin' Let me make it clear cause i know my PO scopin' Anyway, shawty let me take ya to the loc side Show ya how the locs ride, show ya how the locs vibe Alright, we gon hit the city up the hardest Ridin' wit a trill mothaf**er down to party for real though [Hook] We gettin faded like old pictures, (fa' sho') Gettin faded like some dope clippers, (that's right) Hit the stage and i'ma cold k**a, (oh yeah) We ain't afraid of no no liquor, (No no) We gettin faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone, So long, So So gone We gettin faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone, So long, So So gone [Verse 2] "C" up on my hat, two eyes in the middle Sliding round faded, driver cuz I'm 'thriz owed' Lines on the 'rizoad' note 5 on 'bliz ow' Bout to hit the 'yizzo' and drop another 'hizzo' My apologies, I been on that "h to the izzo" C to the H - A, T to the 'Tizzo' 4 2 3 sh** ya' b**h Whole family be drinkin' like some fish Told Amanda we gon get it, go on quit Yet it's alot of people still talkin' sh** But f** em though, we be in the club poppin' bottles Feel like i won a race, how I'm talkin' to the sponsors To think I was in a cage, haters like, "They gotcha!" And now I hit the stage, they be like that's my patner Ha gotteeem!, it ain't nothin "homie" Put that sh** in quotations, and buy another round dummy Hahaha [Hook] We gettin faded like old pictures, (fa' sho') Gettin faded like some dope clippers, (that's right) Hit the stage and i'ma cold k**a, (oh yeah) We ain't afraid of no no liquor, (No no) We gettin faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone, So long, So So gone We gettin faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone Faded like old pictures So gone, So long, So So gone