Faster [Part 2]

By Cal Scruby

On [Part 2]

Released on February 12, 2019

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[Verse 1]

She said "I wanna live faster, faster"

And it's gettin' on my last nerve

But I love a good girl with the bad curves

So I, hit the brake, hit the gas, swerve

And for the record I damn near wrecked that shit

Never had the road get wet that quick

Fucking on the hood we gon' dent that shit

And I don't think insurance will protect that shit

I'm off o' thirty milligram, I pop it like a Skittle

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

Off vine she a light weight off of 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

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 2, when it go like


[Chorus]

Okay, what you wan' say?

Know you into games, I don't really wanna play

Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same

And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay

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 2]

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

She let a hunnid 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

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

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

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

Why you so mad and defensive?

'Cause I didn't give you half my attention

You know if we lack the connection then 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 games, I don't really wanna play

Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same

And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay

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 3]

In the summer, ninety-nine degrees

I want the bus down Rollie, 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

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 motherfucker tryna find my keys, ayy

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

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 games, I don't really wanna play

Know you think I changed but you haven't been the same

And it's getting kinda late I don't really wanna stay

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


[Outro]

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)

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