Lyrics
Fast hits fuel this rush of another day
Petty crimes and the idea of getting away
Fast lies is the currency with which I pay
Fast times attach to me, baby
Fast hits from a fistful of brass
Spitting blood, always fighting as if it was the last
Fast times in the local city street
Fast times attach to me, baby
Fast love as a new face that I don’t know
Tears drop, with a heart split left to sew
When fast times attach, nowhere to go
Fast times attach to me, baby
When fast times attach, fast times attach