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

You don't have to throw back your pretty pink lemonade shooter And lean a little closer You don't have to keep on smiling that smile that's driving me wild And when the night is almost over Meet me in the middle of a moonlit Chevy bench seat And do a

Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

Remember me: I gave you life You would not take it Your suffering was all in vain It's almost over now Don't turn your back on Paradise The water's edge is where she waits Lost soul still wandering Meant to die, but she's stuck not crossing over

My best friend, best friend To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I hold You nearest Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance I can almost hear it When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit Behold these lyrics I got a best friend, best friend Yeah, I

Last night all alone in a barroom For temptation was flowing like wine. And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride. Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside. The reflection of my wedding band. And I was almost persuaded to let strange

Hey, hey, hey La, la, la, la, la 'Cause we're one and the same One and the same I think we're almost legendary You and me the perfect team We're one and the same We're anything but ordinary For me to wanna say

If you don't know Where I'm from (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside) (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort