Juice WRLD – Fast (Guitar)

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

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

C#m       E    A
  This is fire