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Date of issue: 29.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speed |
My little son’s my dude, he’s only three years old |
His mother look at me and wonder, will he be as bold? |
Will his heart be warmer, will he be as cold? |
Is his father much harder with the bleedin' soul? |
A fifth of whiskey and a gun inside his vehicle |
Runnin' like a breedin' bull 'till he give the weed a pull |
Superman spittin' back with the speedin' bullets |
High as a helicopter, fly with the smell of vodka |
You hear them hammers bangin'? |
Then you can tell us proper |
And the dog is an alcoholic, he got his guts leakin' |
He ain’t afraid of nothin' now, that’s just his nuts speakin' |
That ain’t a gangsta party, homie, that’s a plush weekend |
You ain’t lived the fast life, you just got a slut tweakin' |
So live it that trife, revel the devil |
I’m drinkin' * bottles with the pedal to the metal, come on |
The speed is all we know, don’t know how to live slow |
We can’t outrun the past no matter how fast we go |
The future’s behind me, no way that you can find me |
The speed is all we know, don’t know how to live slow |
A live wire, ready to rock, ox in the pocket |
Private stocked bottles, me and Eddie would talk |
About the ways to get the paper, stayed evadin' the cops |
Main thing we had in common was we hated our pops |
One chose the fast life, one wanted to live the rap life |
Readin' Native Son, inspired by Richard Wright |
The other left a night, sunshinin' was his cryptonite |
Driven by the cash, * * * * crack pipe |
That’s life when schizophrenic minds collide |
Two sides to every story, only mine’s alive |
Ironic after a tidal wave of vital signs |
The bad guy speakin' when the tide subsides |
There’s no prize in winnin' a race against fate |
When I meet the maker I wanna spit in his face |
They say the good die young, I’ll be an old disgrace |
I see my brother in an urn and I should be in his place, I’m fucked |
I never live slowly, used to live lonely |
Started chasin' that Cudi money to buy a roley |
Never got a roley, but I got my homies |
And two beautiful kids, I better drive slowly |
Cause life ain’t fear |
Speed up, too fast, you could die right there |
You could get the electric chair and get fried right there |
Get shot up, and get dreams and have nightmares |
Best prepare, never know when your test is near |
Cause them Tecs’ll glare when them checks don’t clear |
Try to keep my mind clear, but why am I here? |
So many questions, I gave God a questionnaire |
But if the question here is «When will I stop?» |
Doin' drugs, gettin' drunk, how many pills will I pop? |
How many drugs will I sell? |
How many * * *? |
Well, I thought I told you that we won’t stop |