Fast Talk

Me and my best friends, crusin' down West End St.

Hidin' from cops and driving circles around the block all week

Now all of my friends died out on West End St.

They say we're born to die young but we just trying to live in peace

Listen, maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the the bus stop

And maybe God is just cop that we can fast talk

So if you're guilty and you know it put your hands up

'Cause karma's is just a different word for bad luck

And what if death is just another pair a hand cuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

All of our friends went crazy on L.S.D.

Similar cars and the  big bright city streets

And everyone knows our name says that we never gonna change

They say we're born to die young but we're trying to find a better way

They say we're born to die young but we're trying to find a better way

Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the the bus stop

And maybe God is just cop that we can fast talk

So if you're guilty and you know it put your hands up

'Cause karma's is just a different word for bad luck

And what if death is just another pair a hand cuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

What up?

Hey, whats up man?

I'm just sittin' a mile high

I'm gonna be thirty three years old tomorrow

And I feel

Half completely alive

And half completely dead

Hopefully pray, day after day

They say we're born to die young but we're gonna find a better way

Hopefully pray, day after day

They say we're born to die young but we're trying to find a better way

So maybe heaven is ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the the bus stop

And maybe God is just cop that we can fast talk

So if you're guilty and you know it put your hands up

'Cause karma's is just a different word for bad luck

And what if death is just another pair a hand cuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run