Fast Talk (Willy Moon Remix)

What up?
Hey, what's up man?
I'm just sitting in my head
And I'm gonna be 32 years old tomorrow
And I feel half completely alive and half completely dead

Me and my best friends cruising down West End Street
Hiding from cops and driving circles 'round the block all week
Now all of my friends died out on West End Street
They say we're born to die young but we just tryna live in peace

So maybe Heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you know it put your hands up
'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
Then we better run
Then we better run

All of our friends went crazy on LSD
Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets
And everyone knows our name, says that we ain't ever gonna change
They say we're born to die young but we're tryna find a better way
They say we're born to die young but we're tryna find a better way

Maybe Heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you know it put your hands up
'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
Then we better run
Then we better run