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Too Much, Too Fast

Rock

Too Much, Too Fast was released on December 25, 2025 by WilluChill Records as a part of the album Too Much, Too Fast - Single

Song Details

AlbumToo Much, Too Fast - Single

Release DateDecember 25, 2025

LabelWilluChill Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

William Logan

Other Instrument

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

William Logan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

William Logan

Producer

Lyrics

Redline heartbeat, midnight main street,

Burnin' up rubber like it's gasoline cheap.

Tattooed knuckles on the steering wheel,

Shot of adrenaline, chrome and steel.

Neon halo on a motel sign,

Got a new bad habit every Friday night.

Pretty little heartbreak in the shotgun seat,

Lip gloss glitter and her bare feet on the dash with me.

I know I'm playin' with fire,

Everybody says slow down,

But I just push it higher,

Every time I hear that sound—

Too much, too fast, I'm a runaway train,

Got a tank full of sin and a head full of flames.

Fast cars, fast women, every rule I break,

Living like tomorrow's just a rumor anyway.

Blue lights in the rearview, I laugh as they flash,

I only know one gear and it's always gas.

I'm addicted to the wreck I ain't walked from yet—

Too much, too fast, but I ain't done yet.

Barroom brawler with a rock-star grin,

Stumbling out the back with trouble on my skin.

Whiskey on my breath, number on my phone,

Don't remember her name but I ain't alone.

Sirens singing like a twisted choir,

Hands up high, still fanning the fire.

Cuffed in the back of the black-and-white,

Still humming that riff from last night's fight.

Mama's on the phone sayin', "Boy, grow up,"

Judge says, "Son, you're out of luck."

But when they're tryin' to pin me down,

I just hear that engine sound—

Too much, too fast, I'm a runaway train,

Got a tank full of sin and a head full of flames.

Fast cars, fast women, every rule I break,

Living like tomorrow's just a rumor anyway.

Blue lights in the rearview, I laugh as they flash,

I only know one gear and it's always gas.

I'm addicted to the wreck I ain't walked from yet—

Too much, too fast, but I ain't done yet.

County jail cot, concrete dreams,

Still hear the echo of the crowd's loud screams.

Officer's talkin' but I'm miles away,

Writing my next bad decision in my brain.

I ain't tryin' to be no saint,

Halo never fit me anyway.

If I crash and burn tonight,

At least I went out wide awake.

Raise that bottle, rev that engine,

Here's to every law I keep on bendin'.

If heaven's watchin', let 'em see,

I was born to live this recklessly.

Too much, too fast, I'm a runaway train,

Got a tank full of sin and a head full of flames.

Fast cars, fast women, every rule I break,

Living like tomorrow's just a rumor anyway.

Blue lights in the rearview, I laugh as they flash,

I only know one gear and it's always gas.

I'm addicted to the wreck I ain't walked from yet—

Too much, too fast, but I ain't done yet.

So if you see me in your headlights,

Just step aside and let me pass.

I'm the boy they said wouldn't make it—

Still alive, still ridin'

Too much, too fast.

Written by: William Logan

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