Faded

Whoa (Guitar, fuck it up)

Tried my hardest not to hate you
Shoulda known she wasn't faithful, no, oh
Thought you was real, must've mistaked you
Just like your friends, them hoes is fake too, no, oh
I took my Bentley 'round the city
Thinkin' 'bout you, but you know them hoes is with me now
I get out my feelings quickly
But I get high and then just think 'bout how you did me

(Faded) faded
So if I ain't your nigga
(Faded) faded
Then that ain't my booty
(Faded) faded
And if this ain't real love
(Faded) faded
Then I'll keep it movin'
(Faded) faded

One thing's for certain
And two thing's for sure
Been 'bout my money
Give a fuck 'bout no hoe, oh

Last time I seen your face
Leavin', you packed your things
I thought that you would change
I was a fool, I stayed
Playin' in this cruel love game
Take a shot to ease the pain
Wish I could fast forward
This ain't what I asked for
Wish I wasn't payin' it forward
It's two hunnid on the dashboard
Henny bottles on the floor
Hope I don't crash, Lord

(Faded) faded
So if I ain't your nigga (faded)
(Faded) faded
Then that ain't my booty
(Faded) faded
And if this ain't real love (real love)
(Faded) faded
Then I'll keep movin' (movin)
(Faded) faded

One thing's for certain
And two thing's for sure
Been 'bout my money
Give a fuck 'bout no hoe, oh
One thing's for certain
And two thing's for sure (for sure)
Been 'bout my money
Give a fuck 'bout no hoe (oh, oh, whoa)

Give a fuck 'bout no hoe
Give a fuck 'bout no hoe
(Guitar, fuck it up)