Pretty Fucking Fast
Grew up pretty fucking fast (Fast, fast)
All mom wanted was a pass (Pass)
All I wanted was a bike (Bike)
600 CC
600 of Chanel (Chanel)
And that PlayStation 4 (4, 4)
I ain't had much at all (All, all)
All I had was the Dell
Still grateful to this day
Had the Fruity Loops
Had the hook on my hand
I ain't had enough money (Money)
I ain't had non at all (All)
Was in grade 11 (11)
Hopped over 7
I was 4 plus 11
Crushing on you
They was pickin' on me
I was feeling lonely
Wondered 'bout heaven
Is it better than this room
I felt fucking doomed
I couldn't talk to you, you
Shy back then
I was innocent as hell
Earth had to fuck me up
Prepared me for the worst
Ain't for the faint hearted
Pretty fucking fast
That Bimmer pretty fucking fast
I grew up pretty fucking fast
I was learning pretty fucking fast
They taught me pretty fucking fast
That Bimmer pretty fucking fast
Grew up pretty fucking fast
Pretty fucking fast
(Yoah, you tryna go biking?)
(A'ight, bring your board too)
Pretty, pretty fucking fast
(And some pre-rolls too cause you know, we boutta light up)
Pretty fucking fast
Pretty fucking fast
Pretty, pretty fucking fast
(Yoah, you cool huh?)
(A'ight bet)
Pretty, pretty fucking fast
(Let's get it)
Pretty fucking fast
Pr-pretty fucking fast
I be running for you when I see ya
Why you always hidin' when I need ya
We stayed vibin' on the phone
It's past 12 in the mornin'
I had told you I was catching feelings
Cut off all the females in my DMs
Wasn't fucking with them hoes
You was always on my dome
Know you felt it, I'on know why you was tripping
Know I said I lied look I was pissed girl
Really cut off all those hoes
I hope you know who you are
Look
I'm in L.A, don't think ama see ya
Ever again, I hope you know I loved ya
Your name starts with an M, and it ends with an O
Pretty fucking fast
Caught feelings pretty fucking fast
Pretty fucking fast
Pretty
Was pretty fucking fast
Writer/s: Thamsanqa Tshepe
