I'm, not like the rest Indecision with the best Thrust with my full court press Just because they hated How's it go? Ha, I'm faded [Repeat 1 till fade
everything okay 'Cause I'm not like the rest, indecision with the best Thoughts for my full court press Because they hated How's it go? Hah, yo faded I?m kinda faded
Traduzione: Soul Decision. Faded (Extended Version).
Traduzione: Soul Decision. Sbiadito.
like where the pound at? Self-service, getting it to go A lot of work for a little bit of dough Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul Fish with my
kick facts to tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade Managin to keep
[Soul sample cut] "You might wanna say it" Testing "O, Ya got to understand" [Chorus:] "what ya gotta" speak the truth for real "you might want to say
me what I get, is it all of what I see? If I give you all of me then am I trippin? Listen! [Bicasso] It was a late night You just got dissed, just got faded
sleepin' on floors Went to college as an athlete, was feedin' a fade And came home as a dread who used his pen as a blade Did I make the right decision
A long way to run. A long way to go on someone else's word. And not by any sane decision. And you've shown that you can lead, and I've shown I can
to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you, the past does have its say You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart Decisions have
All in all we're fading Like a soul lost in the wilderness We're cold and we're cut off from it Not knowing where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem
decision no aircondition the heat in harlem is the heat of the soul The heat of the soul the heat of the soul the heat of the soul the heat of the soul
-decisions Time is fading One day the earth And sky will burn And all that we'll be left with Is the truth of God And the souls of man From the beginning
had the cream All you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at Gaseen's And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and haste Cause soul food ain't the
to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you The past does have its say You're all but forgotten A mote in my heart Decisions have
me is it a stairway to heaven I can't afford? Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision While your babies find their way to make their own decisions