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forrest&co. - fade lyrics

[intro: churchist]
i need it, i need it
i need drinks, but i don’t need a bar
i need twins and i need a cigar
all the drugs, and the hoes
and the cars, and the bars
are the start of my life as a star!

[verse 1: churchist]
27 club, looking for the ghost
n+ggas wanna die young, so they do the most
pop a molly, pop a xan, and the party with the bros
end up with a late shift looking for his soul
don’t wanna do the same, but the money finna change me
i don’t want the fame ‘cause i know it’s finna break me
you don’t understand ‘till you lose your attention
pension, spot in heaven
like, lucifer, one contract in blood and you’re off
top of the charts feel like you’re the boss
two lambos are parked in thе front (ha+ha+ha+ha)
devilish animals certainly looking for excеllence
pessimist alias currently pulling for presidents
prejudiced pestilence perfectly showing the evidence

[chorus: j.p. bimeni & churchist]
i can go anywhere i want
but i feel like i live in a prison (right here, baby, i’mma need you to sign right here, baby)
cold sweating on a summer night (it’s all pretty standard)
i’m finding i’m hardly breathing (the devil isn’t breathing)
ouuu
[verse 2: churchist]
baby want a man with a lambo
baby need a man with some tattoos
baby want a bag with some logos
baby need a jag for the drive+thru
baby want a man with a lambo
baby need a man with some tattoos
baby want a bag with some logos
baby need a jag for the drive+thru
ask god to forgive all of my sins
before i die i’ll let you know i could be god of this sh+t
put in the work, you not like us, i’m like lamar in this b+tch
in 20 years, i’m like tupac if he didn’t get shot by diddy and them
i’m fighting my inner demons like l’m mayweather
till i’m buried in the floor, rest in peace pop smoke
i’m a child of god himself ’til i’m dead in the morgue
dead as a corpse, heaven gates i open door
no kevin gates all in my face, so i feel like i’m at home
and i don’t need a placement cuz i wasn’t in vegas
strip club, night club, that’s your new fragrance
better pray your not my enemy
if you are then h+ll’s your destiny
give your life to god for therapy
for you get shot at like kennedy
i’m invincible, irresistible, irreplaceable
traceable, i ain’t payable
but i’ll tell you that i’m capable right now
so, get your girl, get her pearls
‘fore she realize that you’re not who she wants, n+gga
baby want a man with a lambo
baby need a man with some tattoos
baby want a bag with some logos
baby need a jag for the drive+thru
baby want a man with a lambo
baby need a man with some tattoos
baby want a bag with some logos
baby need a jag for the drive+thru
[interlude: j.p. bimeni]
baby girl, baby girl
don’t you fade—

[verse 3: churchist]
mobs in the spot is a loss, and the
and the boss of your mom is a god, and the
and the way you can pray for your fate is to
is to pray you make to your death without acting like a slave
f+ck a politician
god’s country, this is war, better come and get it
road to heaven isn’t sure, better go and earn it
before you a do a world tour for a lil’ commission
if you want you can get high as a g+five
with your wife as the driver with no desire
to be up in the morning or to survive
every step of her life was to make you decline
mobs in the spot is a loss, and the
and the boss of your mom is a god, and the
and the way you can pray for your fate is to
is to pray you make to your death without acting like a slave

[chorus: j.p. bimeni]
i can go anywhere i want
but i feel like i live in a prison
cold sweating on a summer night
i’m finding i’m hardly breathing

- forrestco lyrics

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