Substance Abuse

[Intro]
Have you ever felt like you were in a room screaming at the top of your lungs
And no one could hear you
This is how an addict feels almost every second of their life

[Verse 1]
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Don't talk to me like I'm famous
Back then she played me
Now she talk to me like I made it
Don't you know that I waited?
Yeah, I waited for you
Wait 'til I pull up with my latest, you'll be hating won't you?
Yeah, you won't like that too much
'Cause I'll be balling too hard
And yeah, they say that I am
But girl to me you're the star
And I want you, Uncle Sam
Thеy might not know who you are
But girl you know who I am
And girl you're close to my hеart, yeah
Girl you're the one I wanna be with
Girl you're the one I should've been with
Would've been lit yeah, ooh
I must admit yeah, ooh
Gimmie a hug, yeah
Well shit, can I get a kiss, yeah, ooh
I'm not a thug
But ain't no love tougher than this
I've gotta say, that if I could have things my way
We'd be boo'd up watching Netflix
I'd be never worried 'bout the next bitch
None of this shit would be hectic
50k just on my neck bitch
Pull up exotic whip bitch, fuck a Lexus
Let's shit on these niggas, I'm not sympathetic
They shitted on us, so no, I don't regret it
She know where I'm headed, I fucked her on credit
You fuck with the gang, I pray you go to heaven
Kill 'em with kindness, I'm giving out blessings, yeah
Time is money, and I got no time for the stressing

[Chorus]
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow

[Verse 2]
Look I'm laid back, sippin' on gin and juice
And I got good gas, bitch I ain't trippin' 'bout you
And I got six brats tryna come back to the hotel
But she eat that dick up like Rotel
I'm talking so good that I must tell
Must share
Put it in the air
Up there
I smoke everywhere
I don't really care
My heart needs repair
I don't really care
My heart needs repair
I don't really care
My heart needs repair
I can't really care
My heart needs repair
I don't really care
My heart needs repair
I don't really care
My heart needs repair

[Chorus]
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow
Look I'm rollin' up 'til I'm faded
Im pourin' up and I'm sippin' slow

[Outro]
Deadheads, Beatniks, Stoners, Junkies, Hippies
These terms are use to described a lifestyle fixated on substance abuse
And somehow manage to function in society while living a self destructive life