Lyrics:
weren't the feds
Your heart would beat so fast
Before your eyes life flashed
Ain't easy to make cash
Living off of meth
It's a paranoid world
Violent
Osaka, I went far
And everything just puts you into my head
I'm hanging by a thread
That's something for the end
Haven't gotten out of bed
I been
(Fast life) got this crazy ass girl
She's crazy as hell
But I like it
Heartbroken, no emotions unfoldin'
I swear we had a fight and no one
I have always tried to give a meaning to all the things that happen to me but I’m too slow to be gripped by their heat.
You know I can knock myself
He's been tired, tired of the way she holds him down
But he's too worn out to ever say how he really feels
So he goes day by day and nothing ever
not that you get lazy
It's not about getting old
It's not that you get up in the morning
Wishing you never woke
The car I drive is built to last
It does
got thousands of fans, but I don't get the obsession
There's a nice guy inside, I guess I've never met him
Cause I could buy a fast car but not even
holes in his clothes that expose his skin
Sick with pneumonia he's old and slim
Hoping when somebody walks by and sees him freezin'
That they throw him
a year went by so fast
Time to see - What we have - Time to see
Turn the projector on
First shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
songs
Then aeroplanes and the underground trains
And the silence gets killed by the cars
Flowers need water and the people need coffee
And the sun
ey ey ey yeah
You know how we do yeah, ey ey ey yeah
I need the money the fast cars, cop a nascar
Yeah I'm finna work my ass of
I might get my girl
the time I'm sixteen I'm gonna have a Lambo' and a Ferrari
And a Bugatti, all the cars that swerve and go fast
to listen
Time was moving fast
Cars were driving past
Don't think I ever had
The will for this to last
I said, "There's a million
Reasons for our
Now I'm on my way
Livin' in a state of mind
Out of time
Sun is shining high
I've been driving my car fast
Since last night
Another crossroad
routine
Sometimes weighs down on me
But I wouldn't trade it
Not for anything
Maybe there's nothing
Only this moment
As cars pass by
Live fast
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
I don't have a nice car
I don't have a fresh hair cut
I don't need a job for life, I'm going fast
I wanna be insane
all my life is gonna change
no
I need to shift this draw quick as fuck
Flip the cash and take my cut
It's really powerful, it's so strong
But I'm selling it fast and it's
know
He will never hurt you again
I know, I know, I know, I know
He will never hurt you again
Up the stairs
By the bed
There was a dead man
the baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothing for granted
black shoes with the ballads in the car
With a lump in the throat she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette and a talk blah blah
Bloody hell die oh bah
Passed her by in the hall felt my heart beat fast
Turned around and I swear I saw her looking back
Walked my way thought she waved but it wasn't me
far away from range drops
Look at me [?] girls drop blouses
Back to the club, getting drunk spending thousands
In and out of sport cars, baby this
got thousands of fans, but I don't get the obsession
There's a nice guy inside, I guess I've never met him
Cause I could buy a fast car but not even
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