Juice WRLD, TRVE - Last Call lyrics

I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad,  bad
Time really moves fast,  fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag
Bag
I wear Dior, not a fad,  'ad, 'ad, 'ad
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'll
Get dealt like that, yeah

I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
Molly in my cup, I can't
Tell you how I feel, uh
Oh, last call oh oh, that's gnarly
Every day I be counting up
Counting up the blues
Count away, sometimes we always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
I was back then
And now I'm lost and confused
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming but 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
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag
Bag i wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
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'll
Get dealt 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
Psych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think
That I'm an asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that
I'll be honest i blame it on the drugs and
This life I'm involved in

I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
I ain't see it coming (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
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag
Bag i wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
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'll
Get dealt 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? 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
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag
Bag i wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
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'll
Get dealt like that, yeah
This is fire, hahaha, yeah this is fire