Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nowhere Fast, artist - Eminem. Album song Revival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Nowhere Fast |
Ashes blowing in the air. |
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care. |
Wasted youth, always on the road, |
Never looking back and we’re never getting old |
'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold. |
Fuck doing what you’re told. |
We’re going nowhere fast. |
I feel sorry for this beat. |
Sympathy pains for this track. |
This road is taking me back |
Down memory lane with this rap. |
I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback. |
I’m simply stating a fact: |
I had Wembley Stadium packed. |
But now we’re on a path headed to nowhere and fast. |
Another terrorist attacks |
Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up. |
Alas. |
We perish in the blast, |
But that isn’t scaring us. |
We pass nowhere, we’re fearless |
'Cause we’re just |
Ashes blowing in the air. |
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care. |
We don’t give a… no, no. |
Wasted youth, always on the road, |
Never looking back and we’re never getting old |
'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold. |
Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told. |
We’re going nowhere fast. |
'Cause we’re going no—, going no— |
Going no—, going no—, going no—, |
Going nowhere. |
We’re on the run of our lives. |
Going nowhere fast. |
Fuck doing what you’re told. |
Act like a two-year old. |
Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow anyways. |
For MCs it’s a funeral |
When I’m devising this rhyme |
'Cause I’m awake and you’re mourning. |
That’s why I rise and I shine |
Like a new day has dawned on me. |
Gusto, guts, bravado. |
Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot. |
I must have got you in somewhat of a debacle |
'Cause some stuff that’s awful |
Really don’t mean nothing although |
There’s a lot of shit I said in jest that’s tough to swallow. |
But if at times my heart it seems like it’s in the wrong place. |
It’s probably 'cause it’s on my sleeve. |
Keanu Reeves. |
Speed of life. |
Avoid or veer or just steer toward it. |
We’re only looking forward, but |
Where we’re going. |
We have no idea. |
Nowhere to go but hysterical. |
It’s getting warm in here. |
I set the world on fire. |
Was born to be an arsonist. |
Just one spark and it’s lit, |
But I’mma still get dark on this shit. |
Told you I’d leave my mark on this bitch. |
War machine? |
But you’ve forced me in a corner |
I’m sure to have something for your rear |
And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe. |
Go to war with me you’ll end up blew to Timbuktu. |
I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un |
And end up ruining your career. |
But when all is said and done |
And at the end of my run |
I just rewind clocks. |
Forever young. |
Make time stop. |
Will I ever fall off? |
That day’ll never come |
'Til the pine box. |
Bitch, fuck you! |
I’m better than I ever was. |
'Til the bomb drops, hope it never does |
But I’m not gonna sweat it 'cause |
This world’s screwed, |
It’s already fucked and I’m on top. |
So everyone’s just |
Ashes blowing in the air. |
So what? |
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care. |
We don’t give a… no, no. |
Wasted youth, always on the road, |
Never looking back and we’re never getting old |
'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold. |
Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told. |
We’re going nowhere fast. |
'Cause we’re going no—, going no— |
Going no—, going no—, going no—, |
Going nowhere. |
We’re on the run of our lives. |
Going nowhere fast. |
You can’t tell us nothing. |
Hard-headed and we’re stubborn. |
So, one ear and out the other. |
When we’re young |
We’re on the run of our lives. |
Who knows what the future for us could hold. |
Another shooter. |
Uh oh. |
No more tomorrow’s. |
We’re done. |
And all we are is |
Ashes blowing in the air. |
So what? |
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care. |
We don’t give a… no, no. |
Wasted youth, always on the road, |
Never looking back and we’re never getting old |
'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold. |
Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told. |
We’re going nowhere fast. |
'Cause we’re going no—, going no— |
Going no—, going no—, going no—, |
Going nowhere. |
We’re on the run of our lives. |
Going nowhere fast. |