Juice WRLD — Fast Acoustic

[Chorus] I've been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, 'ad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah [Verse 1] I took too many pills, countin' up the bills, uh Molly in my cup, you can't tell me how it feel, uh Oh, last call Oh-oh, it's gnarly Every day I be countin' up, countin' up the blues Gotta win sometimes 'cause you always lose I get high as a bitch, still the same dude That I was back then, but now I'm lost and confused [Pre-Chorus] I ain't see it coming I ain't see it coming But it still came I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy [Chorus] I've been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better 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 My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get- my favorite part [Verse 2] I've been 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, sike 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 Blame it on these drugs and the life I'm involved in [Pre-Chorus] I ain't see it coming I ain't see it coming But it still came I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy [Chorus] I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die for respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah [Verse 3] I get high for my lows I get low for my highs, huh Pray to God one day that I'll be way up in the sky With all of my fallen brothers and sisters I wonder why my life is a rollercoaster I pray to God that this shit far from over I know that sometimes it feels the social I ain't see it coming I ain't see it coming But it still came I'm talkin' 'bout yo bitch, ayy [Outro] I been living fast, fast, fast, fast off a Perc' I won't fuck her fast, fast, fast, fast, put in work Mama tell me that I really need church, I said "Merch" I don't need church, I'ma to the most shit, I'ma be the worst But I'ma be the best, this world is my turf Oh-uh, that's cold Oh-uh, it's gnarly