Fast Acordes

	  Intro: C#m  B  G#m  A  C#m  E  A 
  

C#m             B 
  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast 
G#m              A 
  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad 
C#m                 E 
  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast 
A                                 A 
  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag 
C#m                  B 
  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad 
G#m                             A 
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad 
C#m                         E 
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah 
A                                 A 
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah 
  

C#m          B                        G#m 
I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
            A                           C#m 
Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh 
   E 
Oh, last call 
A     A 
Oh-oh, that's gnarly 
C#m            B                            G#m 
Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues 
                A               C#m 
Count away, sometimes we always lose 
                E                     A 
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude 
          A                             C#m 
I was back then, and now I'm lost and confused 
  

          B        G#m 
  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) 
          A        C#m 
  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) 
             E 
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came) 
    A                        A 
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life) 
  

C#m             B 
  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast 
G#m              A 
  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad 
C#m                 E 
  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast 
A                                 A 
  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag 
C#m                  B 
  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad 
G#m                             A 
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad 
C#m                         E 
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah 
A                                 A 
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah 
  

C#m               B            G#m 
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old 
          A                   C#m 
It's been months since I felt at home
          E 
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich 
A                A               C#m 
Psych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right 
               B                         G#m 
I don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole 
               A                     C#m 
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise 
                  E                         A 
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest 
                  A                         C#m 
I blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in 
  

          B        G#m 
  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) 
          A        C#m 
  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it) 
             E 
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came) 
    A                        A 
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life) 
  

C#m             B 
  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast 
G#m              A 
  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad 
C#m                 E 
  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast 
A                                 A 
  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag 
C#m                  B 
  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad 
G#m                             A 
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad 
C#m                         E 
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah 
A                                 A 
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah 
  

C#m               B 
Elevate, elevate, elevate myself 
G#m                                  A 
Now I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myself 
    C#m                   E 
But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue 
A                  A 
What happens next? Story to be continued, yeah 
  

C#m             B 
  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast 
G#m              A 
  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad 
C#m                 E 
  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast 
A                                 A 
  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag 
C#m                  B 
  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad 
G#m                             A 
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad 
C#m                         E 
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah 
A                                 A 
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah 
  
Final 

C#m       B    G#m      A 
  This is fire, hahaha, yeah 
C#m       E    A 
  This is fire 
  
( C#m  B  G#m  A  C#m  E  A )