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Lyrics of Faster by Cal Scruby
verse
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
But I love a good girl with bad curves
So I hit the break, hit the gas, swerve
And for the record, I damn near wrecked that shit
verse
Never had the road get wet that quick
Fuckin' on the hood, we gon' dent that shit
And I don't think insurance'll protect that shit
I'm off o' thirty milligram, I pop it like a Skittle
verse
I know that's a lot but I feel like it's a little
Red solo, drinkin' by my individual
When I'm real high she be somewhere in the middle
Always in the right place at the wrong time
verse
On vine she a light weight of a red wine
When I see her out she follow me all night
Wake up in the morning and follow me online
In the real life she do what she wanna do
Got the same feeling she did when she twenty two
Twenty eight now the titties are fake now
She live in LA heard that she fuckin' with Drake now
verse
That's crazy, I had to give you the breakdown
That's what the bitch had been up to
I had to give you the update, and give it a upgrade
I had to give you the Part two, when it go like
chorus
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
chorus
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
verse
She said "I wanna live faster, faster"
And it's gettin' on my last nerve
First off she just gotta have the last word
And that bitch knows all of my passwords
verse
She let a hundred K followers gas her
And now there's only one way to attract her
And that's Hollywood actors, prolly hood rappers
NBA cats from the Lakers or Raptors
verse
Twenty five I didn't get the Aston
It's a good thing it didn't happen
Only way to stop me was to crash it
That's a two hundred fifty thousand dollar casket
verse
Back then she was a distraction
She would send a text with attachment
I was tryna focus on the bigger pic
While that little bitch tryna come up with a caption
verse
Now she in a mag and they askin' the questions
About the fun facts and the past with the exes
"Never date a rapper if that's a suggestion"
It sound a little passive aggressive
verse
Why you so mad and defensive?
'Cause I didn't give you half my attention
You know if we lacked a connection that I don't text back
But if you wanna pass on a message it go like
chorus
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
chorus
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
verse
In the summer ninety nine degrees
I want the bus down rolly, want time to freeze
I'm too high and her class too high for me
It's like ninety five dollars for the wine and cheese
verse
She all fucked up tryna give advice to me
About life and a wife and designer jeans
I've been feelin' myself yeah I'm fillin' myself
Like a drunk muh'fucker tryna find my keys, ayy
verse
Get stoned hit the stage, rock it
Pill outta pocket and pop it
Told you I'm a laid back dude you can tell by my posture
That kind to set up shop and have shots with imposters
verse
Shrimp, pasta, cranberry vodka
Five bad hoes bring 'em all to the casa
Space Jam Jordan's but they tell me I'm a monster
And you ain't on my team no more check the roster
chorus
Okay what you wan' say
Know you into game's I don't really wanna play
Know you think I changed but you ever been the same
And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay
chorus
But can you blame me
They want to play me
I want a million
They want a baby
I've been tryna deal with this shit I'm going crazy
This life gon' kill me nobody gonna save me
verse
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her you're not my bitch (you're not my bitch)
This my, this my shit
Oh tell her get off my dick (get off my dick)
outro
Digi dash, nitro gas, time is passing
Quick quick quick quick
I just want tonight to last
Life go fast it tick tick tick tick
Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini
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Album • 2013 • 11 tracks
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