Artist: Juice WRLD Album: Death Race For Love Song: Fast Typed by: AZ Lyrics Well, I've been livin' fast, fast, fast, fast Feelin' really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up, ain't getting your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a flag, flag, flag, flag I know why these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'm gon' die with respect, yeah Fuckin' with my money, it get down 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-uh, last call Uh-uh, it's gnarly Every day I be countin' up, countin' up the bills Carried away sometimes, we are always loose I get high as a bitch, yeah, I'm the same dude I was then But now I'm lost and confused I see it coming I see it coming But it still came I'm talking 'bout life, aye (Talkin' 'bout life) Well, I've been livin' fast, fast, fast, fast Feelin' really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up, ain't getting your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a flag, flag, flag, flag I know why these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'm gon' die with respect, yeah Fuckin' with my money, it get down like that, yeah I go through so much, I'm 19 years old It's been months since I've felt at home But it's okay 'cause I'm rich, Psych! 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 momma taught me better than that, I'll be honest I'll blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in I see it coming I see it coming But it still came I'm talking 'bout life, aye (Talkin' 'bout life, yeah) I've been livin' fast, fast, fast, fast Feelin' really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up, ain't getting your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a flag, flag, flag, flag I know why these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'm gon' die with respect, yeah Fuckin' with my money, it get down like that, yeah Elevate, elevate, elevate myself now Underground, underground, haven't been myself, but It's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue What happens next? (It's a story to be continued) Yeah I've been livin' fast, fast, fast, fast Feelin' really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up, ain't getting your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a flag, flag, flag, flag I know why these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'm gon' die with respect, yeah Fuckin' with my money, it get down like that, yeah (This is fire) (Yeah, yo) (This is fire)