C Dot Castro - Forget About It Lyrics

I can't lie, I've been fucking up a little
So I just get fucked up a little
I try to forget about it
But I never forget about it

Smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Bitch, you faded?
Uh, smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Bitch, I'm faded
Smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Bitch, you faded?
Uh, I'm faded

I'm stressed out
Wish I had the answer, right now
Smoking, cigarettes like I want cancer, right now
I should be up in the lab, with a pen and pad, right now
Instead I'm in the club
With a private dancer, right now
Tell the waitress bring that liquor
Take this fucking water back
Bottle service with the sparklers let 'em know who ordered that
Made a promise I never dumb it down, I guess that is out
Cause now I'm rapping 'bout the shit I said I'd never rap about
Cause I'm 'cessed out
My last girl got a nigga X'd out
Tryna' find a way to care less about
Anything that's not helping me be the best style
Too prideful to confess doubt
So I'm acting like everything fine
I say that I'm good, I be lying
They say that I'm not, I be trying
I need to get this off my mind, so
I can't lie
Tryna' get a quick fix it slowly
Breaks me, tryna' break me
Out of myself but I can't escape me
Lately feeling like I can run but I can't hide
From this feeling I feel when I'm feeling like I need something that'll fill in this void I've been feeling deep on the inside
So I just get high

I can't lie, I've been fucking up a little
So I just get fucked up a little
I try to forget about it
But I never forget about it

I can't lie, I've been fucking up a little
So I just get fucked up a little
I try to forget about it
But I never forget about it

I can't lie
I've been getting motherfuckers faded
Lately, waiting on the day that I can say it
Made it
Chances so hear myself slim, shade
(I can't lie)
It's styles of the rich and the famous
And how we live on the side of the pavement
We make mistakes but we stayin' A1
Till we die
Shit just been so fucked up
So I'm always getting fucked up
I'm just tryna' get my bucks up
But it seems I never luck up
So I pour another cup up
And I roll another blunt up
Like I'm tryna' fuck my lungs up
Man I
Man I just want a fucking coupe
Man I just want some fucking loot
The grass is green, the sky is blue
Fucked up right now to tell the truth
I can't lie

I can't lie, I've been fucking up a little
So I just get fucked up a little
I try to forget about it
But I never forget about it

I can't lie, I've been fucking up a little
So I just get fucked up a little
I try to forget about it
But I never forget about it

Smoke drank fuck 'whitchu
Smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Drank fuck 'witchu
I'm faded
Smoke drank fuck 'whitchu
Smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Smoke drank fuck 'whatchu think?
Bitch, you faded?
(I'm fuckin' faded) I'm faded
Bitch you...
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