Fast Lane Lyrics

Fast lane, Fast lane

Fast lane, Fast lane

Oh, surly lose your mind

Get a grip mane, know'm sayin

It nonstop like it Soul Plane

Fast lane it make a hoe sang

And the dope game it make a door swang

I'm up in the chamber like eagles n steely knives, but this ain't no Dan

Powder be finding a nostril, shit, do it again and again

So fried, I break for a green light

Oh my, been floating on peak height

Bro I been boxing like street fight

On mind that fendi and neimans

Playing in 3, front and the ass

Got a bitch screaming I like it like that

New rubber wrapped all round my whip

Shit, hit the asphalt got money to get

Living life in the fast lane

I don't know what the dash sayin

Now I can't go back, mane

Know I can't look back, mane

Yeah

No, I can't go back to the way it was

Thought you had my back but you just temptation

Turning up my gut I should've moved further on

Fast lane, new strain, champagne, and codeine

Hurricane, brewing in my mind

Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised

Yeah

Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine

Hurricane, brewing in my mind

Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised

Got my kinfolk, they all by my side

Ready to gun and they ready to slide

Up in the Sky, here till I die

Blowing down chronic, expanding my mind

You ain't those guys and you ain't gone ride

Can't keep up with this juana inside

Melting my face while I'm munching on fries

And making her scream when our bodies collide

Pineapple Express, no Danny McBride

Or Matheson, just want all the sides

Private Miller geeked off item 9

But Franco role better fit my design

Living life in the fast lane

I don't know what the dash sayin

Now I can't go back, mane

Know I can't look back, mane

Yeah

No, I can't go back to the way that it was

Thought you had my back but you just temptation

Turning up my gut I should've moved further on

Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine

Hurricane, brewing in my mind

Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised

Yeah

Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine

Hurricane, brewing in my mind

Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised

Yeah I vacay with the pole

Got the Ziplock with the load

Maybe Part of A Team, how I pity a fool

See we box with the green in the taco

Sip on wockhardt n I can't feel my toes

Living life in the fast lane

I don't know what the dash sayin

Now I can't go back, mane

Know I can't look back, mane

Yeah