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haze bonafide swank - fast life: gutterlane haze lyrics

[chorus] x2

fast life ohw yeah
better open up ya inner optics.. yeah!
don’t let the devil take driver seat.. yeah!
this city golden.. n+ggas souls getting sold for that dough here!

[verse 1]
working on myself and i might jus go ot..
i was on these streets!
smoking minty flavoured camel switch!
contemplating dropping my cv in the nearest kfc..
in the cbd
i prolly get robbed before i even get to bree.. the streets is deep
can’t even spot one silver line..
in the liquor storе i’m tryina swipe then my card declinеd..
dropped outta college i can’t drive a desk all my life!
i know scholars will probably call this dumb and i acknowledge but there’s bigger fish in the sea

see i can’t count on you n+ggas most of you counterfeit..
see i’ve encountered a countless similar counterparts..
it’s a lot at stake i can’t jus move i need coppafiel
probably cop a glock it’s 8 o’clock i can’t be getting jumped for something i worked hard for!

[chorus] x2

fast life ohw yeah
better open up ya inner optics.. yeah!
don’t let the devil take driver seat.. yeah!
this city golden.. n+ggas souls getting sold for that dough here!

[verse 2]
yeah working on myself and i might jus get a raise..
i can’t do no friends i’m moving solo
can’t afford delays..
1754 at corner store my conscience mia!
tryina duck a fade and i’m afraid them bullets got no names..

in a township where them real n+ggas loving dormant..
and they price quite distorted, if the shoe fits they endorse it..
and ya feels ain’t that important
copped yourself some brand new jordans.. spent four thousand for them..
prolly get jumped and flipped at half the price, like welcome to my life
yeah they put my life on the line..
i get so high that i might take a p+ss on the sun when it’s taking my shine..
you better take off ya shoes when you crossin my mind like you stepped in shrine..
i had to do it for south western township like here would i be without rap..
probably be smoking in crack.. probably be moving the crack..

ain’t got enough time for love life i’m stuck in my ways..
ain’t got enough time to mob ties, i’m getting the bag..
i had to the line and sever ties, like where y’all at?!
i had to get where i’m at yeah… perfect picture no caption

[chorus] x2

fast life ohw yeah
better open up ya inner optics.. yeah!
don’t let the devil take driver seat.. yeah!
this city golden.. n+ggas souls getting sold for that dough here!

credits:

+ written and recorded by haze bonafide sw+nk
+ produced, mixed and mastered by nocturnal tunes

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