[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Well they say nothing is forever
Well fuck what they say I been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top, I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch, I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era
Make another error
See the face of terror
Bad news and I hate to be the bearer
9/11 and I ain't talking Panamera
Ease up, east side easel
Even if up was your kids you still couldn't keep up
I see the competition, they get ate her finger licking
No wonder I'm a pothead I was always in the kitchen
Trying to whip up decent music, give the people what they missin'
Now throw this shit and crack the system bitch
[Chorus: B.o.B & (Lin-Z)]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)
[Verse 2: Jake Lambo]
See I got weed in my lungs and the world in my palm
I get stoned like a fossil and that's word to my ma'
Just splittin' swisher's like surgeons
While I ride with my niggas
The car look like a sauna, I hope the cops never get us
Get some liquor man fuck it
I only drink on occasions
But why I'm drinking I'm faded
The peer pressure I hate it
Debated it then I took a swig of some gin that we had
I don't like drinking but really I wasn't feeling too bad
Now I'm just
Well they say nothing is forever
Well fuck what they say I been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top, I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch, I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era
Make another error
See the face of terror
Bad news and I hate to be the bearer
9/11 and I ain't talking Panamera
Ease up, east side easel
Even if up was your kids you still couldn't keep up
I see the competition, they get ate her finger licking
No wonder I'm a pothead I was always in the kitchen
Trying to whip up decent music, give the people what they missin'
Now throw this shit and crack the system bitch
[Chorus: B.o.B & (Lin-Z)]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Faded, (Bobby got the indo-do, got the indo)
[Verse 2: Jake Lambo]
See I got weed in my lungs and the world in my palm
I get stoned like a fossil and that's word to my ma'
Just splittin' swisher's like surgeons
While I ride with my niggas
The car look like a sauna, I hope the cops never get us
Get some liquor man fuck it
I only drink on occasions
But why I'm drinking I'm faded
The peer pressure I hate it
Debated it then I took a swig of some gin that we had
I don't like drinking but really I wasn't feeling too bad
Now I'm just
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