Medicine Mane - Fast Lane

Fast lane, Fast lane
Fast lane, Fast lane
Oh, surly lose your mind
Get a grip mane, know'm sayin
It nonstop like it Soul Plane
Fast lane it make a hoe sang
And the dope game it make a door swang
I'm up in the chamber like eagles n steely knives, but this ain't no Dan
Powder be finding a nostril, shit, do it again and again
So fried, I break for a green light
Oh my, been floating on peak height
Bro I been boxing like street fight
On mind that fendi and neimans
Playing in 3, front and the ass
Got a bitch screaming I like it like that
New rubber wrapped all round my whip
Shit, hit the asphalt got money to get
Living life in the fast lane
I don't know what the dash sayin
Now I can't go back, mane
Know I can't look back, mane
Yeah
No, I can't go back to the way it was
Thought you had my back but you just temptation
Turning up my gut I should've moved further on
Fast lane, new strain, champagne, and codeine
Hurricane, brewing in my mind
Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised
Yeah
Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine
Hurricane, brewing in my mind
Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised
Got my kinfolk, they all by my side
Ready to gun and they ready to slide
Up in the Sky, here till I die
Blowing down chronic, expanding my mind
You ain't those guys and you ain't gone ride
Can't keep up with this juana inside
Melting my face while I'm munching on fries
And making her scream when our bodies collide
Pineapple Express, no Danny McBride
Or Matheson, just want all the sides
Private Miller geeked off item 9
But Franco role better fit my design
Living life in the fast lane
I don't know what the dash sayin
Now I can't go back, mane
Know I can't look back, mane
Yeah
No, I can't go back to the way that it was
Thought you had my back but you just temptation
Turning up my gut I should've moved further on
Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine
Hurricane, brewing in my mind
Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised
Yeah
Fast lane, new strain, champagne, codeine
Hurricane, brewing in my mind
Lord have mercy oh and don't be surprised
Yeah I vacay with the pole
Got the Ziplock with the load
Maybe Part of A Team, how I pity a fool
See we box with the green in the taco
Sip on wockhardt n I can't feel my toes
Living life in the fast lane
I don't know what the dash sayin
Now I can't go back, mane
Know I can't look back, mane
Yeah

Written by:
Owen Turner

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