F****d up and Faded

Call it mandatory, like I can't have a good time or even calm down unless I'm plastered

Now it's seeping through my workforce like, hey, fuck your cash flow

But I'm feeling like a million bucks and ain't that what I asked for

It's all I asked for

Thanks, Santa

Cause if I can't have the cars and the riches or the groupies after Vinzent

Couple tours overseas cause they feeling my testimonial rhythms

Then I'd rather live life in a smoke screen

Clouding out my failed dreams

Hiding a motherfucker floating

I'm coasting through the unknown on my pirate ship like Sparrow

Hey'Ro to the daydreams and illusions that follow

A couple bottles and a zigzag with a slow drag and a chick bad

I need rehab, but I'm too into this moment

Did I relapse or is just that

I'm fucked up and I'm faded

I'm fucked up and I'm faded

I'm fucked up and I'm faded

Man, I might not make it cause I'm fucked up and I'm faded

I'm fucked up and I'm faded

I'm fucked up and I'm faded

Man, I might not make it