Juice WRLD - Fast lyrics

Juice WRLD

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Juice WRLD - Fast lyrics]

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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
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
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 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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