I know you know how All this time I spent slowing it down Now you wanna go fast, now I go fast Girl you best know how to fuck baby And to make love, the way you look Girl you best know how to fuck And to make love, girl, the way that you look The way

Girl you know you got me to hold on to, We can go to town but baby if you'd rather, I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor We can go slow or make it go faster, Down through the woods and out to the pasture, Long as I'm with you it really don't

We were getting high Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball In a champagne

Come on Blue, blow your horn! Even with my two left feet, Big Boy Blue before you go, Send me fast and send me slow, How'm I gonna keep my seat? I must give in, I mean give out! Big Boy Blue you know it's so, Big Boy Blue come blow your horn, Big Boy

Good rockin' daddy I'm a good rockin' daddy Yeah well I'm a good rockin' daddy Up on my feet I can't be beat Well you can really go go go Jumpin' fast or rockin' slow I will see ya when the band gone blow Now hold it, don't move it now boogie some more I

Fast life gettin' faster (say yeah) I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B.E.D, grinding slowly Rollie wrist, I'm the shit (say yeah)

Life can't keep going on this way I feel I'm lost inside my hate My thoughts overtake me They're killing me faster with each passing day Slowly, I'm burning Inside - imploding World keeps on turning As I'm exploding I can't stand this suffering anymore

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where

Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get

Oh, through! Well, she was standing in the bar I said, "Hello, how do you do?" She handed me a beer with a kangaroo She spoke of places I had never been That she had traveled to And we slow danced along to faster tunes And I made her laugh, I made a pass