Buju Banton

Fast Lane

Imprimir canciónEnviar corrección de la canciónEnviar canción nuevafacebooktwitterwhatsapp

Intro

(Instrumental)

Mhmmmmmm

Already did it

We been through it (Oh we been through the worst)

Through di ups and downs and di hassle and tassel an stress it brings


I am gonna elaborate, give me time to tell you certain things

Di joy it brings and di sorrow (oh it wasn't worth it)

Take away your today and destroy your tomorrow

Verse 1

Run up inna di fedz and mi food get suck off

Seven a mi base buss and everyting lass

Di sojah dem act tuff, mi check it dem soft

Who sell mi out, a who a wuk craft

Now mi drop a yard mi hear di whole a dem a laugh

Mi used to wear Prado, now mi haffi wear Clarks

Benz inna foreign a nuh walk man a walk

I am di ghost Senatra who dem used to call boss


Control buildings, lots and parks

I call di shots, create all di laws

Looking back ma life was really filled with flaws

Moving in di fast lane wid no time to pause

Now ma wife inna foreign wid anoda man a floss

Ma son out of hand an he's skipping class

Ma dauta is pregnant an don't know di pops

Am only giving you di facts


A telling you

Chorus

I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Use me as di perfect example, look at me an where am at

I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Use me as di perfect example, look at me an where am at

Verse 2

I've been robbed, stabbed, shot, locked up an released den locked up back

Ninety per cent of the prison population black

Di other five per cent white, di oda five lot

Cubans are welcomed, Haitians turn back

Who create methamphetamine, speed an crack

Who start a war when there's no reason fi dat


Why di judge lie in pursuit a greed

Who elect aneda dictata to lead

Tribal war when wi lift he ova

Through di eyes of reform, ma people get ova

Why should funerals make us rememba

Think inna yuh self, black people get stronger

Hear di words whe mi a utter


Mi say hey

Chorus

I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Here is that perfect example, look at me an where am at


I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Here is that perfect example, look at me an where am at

Yea, woii

Look at me an where am at, yea

Lawd

Look at me an

Verse 1

Run up inna di fedz and mi food get suck off

Seven a mi base shut and everything lass

Di sojah dem act tuff, mi check it dem soft

Who sell mi out, a who a wuk craft

Now mi drop back a yard mi hear di whole a dem a laugh

Mi used to wear Prado, now mi haffi wear Clarks

Benz inna foreign but a walk man a walk

I am di mafiosa who dem used to call boss


Control buildings, lots and parks

I call di shots, create all di laws

Looking back ma life was really filled with flaws

Moving in di fast lane wid no time to pause

Mi wife inna foreign wid a noda man a floss

Mi son out of hand an he's skipping class

Ma dauta is pregnant an doe know di pops

Listen while I giving unu di facts

Relax now

Chorus

I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Here is that perfect example, look at me an where am at


I was living my life on the fast lane, like a train on di track

Here is that perfect example, look at me an where am at


Yea


Autor(es): Mark Myrie