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I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
I took too many pills, countin' up the bills, uh
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
I took too many pills, countin' up the bills, uh
Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh
Oh, last call
Oh-oh, it's gnarly
Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues
Gotta win sometimes when you always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
I was back then, but now I'm lost and confused
I ain't see it comin'
I ain't see it comin'
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life, ayy)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
Oh, last call
Oh-oh, it's gnarly
Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues
Gotta win sometimes when you always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
I was back then, but now I'm lost and confused
I ain't see it comin'
I ain't see it comin'
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life, ayy)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old
It's been months since I felt at home
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich, sike
I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think that I'm a asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
I'll blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old
It's been months since I felt at home
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich, sike
I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think that I'm a asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
I'll blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in
I ain't see it comin' (I ain't see it)
I ain't see it comin' (I ain't see it)
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
Elevate, elevate, elevate myself
Now I'm on the ground, on the ground, haven't been myself
But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue
What happens next? A story to be continued, yeah
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah
This is fire, hahaha, yeah
This is fire
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