Fast Talk

Me and my friends

Cruising down West End Street

Hiding from cops and driving circles

Around the block all week

Now, all of my friends died

Out in West End Street

They say we’re born to die young

But we’re just trying to live in peace

So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops

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?

Well then we’d better run

Well then we’d 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 stops

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?

Well then we’d better run

Well then we’d better run

What up?

Hey, what 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 trying to 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

Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks

Shangri-La dealers at the bus stops

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?

Well then we’d better run

Well then we’d better run

Well then we’d better run