Fast Talk (The Knocks Remix)

What up?

Hey, what's up, man?

Just sitting at my house, and I'm gonna be 32 years old tomorrow

And I feel half completely alive, and half completely dead

Me and my best friends cruising down West End Street

Hiding from cops and driving circles 'round the block all week

All of my friends died out on West End Street

They say we're born to die young

But we're just tryna live in peace

So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop

And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk

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

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

And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run

All of our friends went crazy on LSD

Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets

And everyone who knows our name

Says that we ain't ever 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 bus stop

And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk

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

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

And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run

Heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop

And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk

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

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

And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?

Then we better run

Then we better run

Then we better run

Half completely alive, and half completely dead