Fast Lane
I was seventeen
Rummaging my mini years
I dont wanna look back, I dont wanna see
And i dont wanna do pop whats the fucking deal
That was the fucking deal
Searching for a recipe
To make it in this business
For the sake of the philosophy
Everyone is going mainstream and I dont wanna change my mentality
It doesnt matter if your independent if theres no money in your vision are you kidding me
It's just sickening
How the ink and the fonts getting cold tho
Not really looking for a big assed hoe
But for you to hold me close
Cause I'm hurtin on the low low
But its shimmering... I'll take another piece
Do I sell my fucking soul for a record deal?
Cause Im embedded like a flea making colors on a screen
Everybody screams, like a Tarantino scene
You dont even have a song out so what the fuck do ya even mean
See i was lucky i was pulled out of the bad batch
So heres a feature for the record heres a whack track
Substance is overrated time to back track
Fans nah I prefer a fat stack
This thing gon be a motherfuckin show
But I'm seventeen so what the fuck do I know
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make the right decision
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
I'm driving through this fast lane
Got my head outside the window
Cause I'm fucking insane
But I dont wanna lie to you
It's a kinda hard for me to chose
Either I stick to you and crash
Or keep on riding you and dash
To reach the level that I've always dreamt of
And then dump you and find another love
Baby tell me is this real love
Cause I always found it hard to commit
Whenever I'm in a position where I need to admit
If I should ever realise what I did
Then apologise for not making a hit
Did I hurt you?
Did I really hurt you?
Or did you hurt me?
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make the right decision
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make some
Muffuckin muffuckin
Rummaging my mini years
I dont wanna look back, I dont wanna see
And i dont wanna do pop whats the fucking deal
That was the fucking deal
Searching for a recipe
To make it in this business
For the sake of the philosophy
Everyone is going mainstream and I dont wanna change my mentality
It doesnt matter if your independent if theres no money in your vision are you kidding me
It's just sickening
How the ink and the fonts getting cold tho
Not really looking for a big assed hoe
But for you to hold me close
Cause I'm hurtin on the low low
But its shimmering... I'll take another piece
Do I sell my fucking soul for a record deal?
Cause Im embedded like a flea making colors on a screen
Everybody screams, like a Tarantino scene
You dont even have a song out so what the fuck do ya even mean
See i was lucky i was pulled out of the bad batch
So heres a feature for the record heres a whack track
Substance is overrated time to back track
Fans nah I prefer a fat stack
This thing gon be a motherfuckin show
But I'm seventeen so what the fuck do I know
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make the right decision
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
I'm driving through this fast lane
Got my head outside the window
Cause I'm fucking insane
But I dont wanna lie to you
It's a kinda hard for me to chose
Either I stick to you and crash
Or keep on riding you and dash
To reach the level that I've always dreamt of
And then dump you and find another love
Baby tell me is this real love
Cause I always found it hard to commit
Whenever I'm in a position where I need to admit
If I should ever realise what I did
Then apologise for not making a hit
Did I hurt you?
Did I really hurt you?
Or did you hurt me?
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
They did it to Frank
They did it in Compton
They be selling fucking music in an auction
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make the right decision
I'm going left
Im going right
All I see are flashing lights
I got blurry vision
Help me dear god
Make some
Muffuckin muffuckin
Credits
Writer(s): Kinan Fayad
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