Letras:
Pain Live Fast Die Young

lives It's just a taste of cynic paradise... we're all gonna die Live fast, die young Who cares about the world when it soon will be gone Burn fast,

lives It's just a taste of cynic paradise... we're all gonna die Live fast, die young Who cares about the world when it soon will be gone Burn fast,

s health The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right I promise that we gonna live

dealing with your outer body energy All the pain you left in your life you still feeling me Everybody living must have thought it would change Living fast and dying young

land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live

't judge the weave, my lady had one I'm more like a fool for soul and passion The price of gas rises, street life is pumpin' fast Lives is I'm watch crashes

between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that They tell Little girl you fell You grew up where young girls they grow up fast

of dying Pain is your only fear As the blood runs Out of your countless wounds You realize, you'll die Live fast Die young You just got 2 minutes