TR3 Baby - Fastlane Lyrics

I put the family in a fast lane, on a plane sipping champagne, got a whole lot of pain
To my name
I'm a one on one, not another me, and there would never be the same
There's a whole lot to lose, but if I keep grinding, then there's a whole lot I could
Gain
I pray to the lord, but when I be talking, I try not to say it in vain
She wanna be plain jane
I just wanna brand new chain
She wanna be my main for real
She tryna claim my heart for real
Baby I can't sign that deal
I need time to heal
I Need time to heal
When I step to the mic I be on my own mind
When the haters be talking down on me, I act like I'm blind
They say I'm shooting star, but I'm the type that's gon shine
I'm the type that's gon shine
I'm the type that's gonna shine
She said ok fine, I accept that you're mine
She thought she could play me but I see right through the blindness
That stuff don't affect me, cause I got to them racks
They say Tr3 fell off but I stayed at my prime
They say Tr3 fell off, but in reality I put the pen to the paper
All these songs I'm making, they gon' play it different
They say Tr3 is kicking
In the club I'm, in the club I'm kicking
I put the family in a fast lane
On a plane sipping champagne
Got a whole lot of pain to my name
I'm a one on one, not another me
And there will never be a same
There's a whole lot to lose but if I keep grinding then there's a whole lot I could gain
I pray to the lord but when I be talking I try not to say it in vain
She wanna be plain jane
I just want a brand new chain
She wanna be my main for real
She tryna claim my heart for real
Baby I can't sign that deal
I need time to heal
I need time heal oh I need time
I need time to heal
I need time to heal
Yeah, I need time to heal
Baby girl tell me what's the truth
You not worry bout how I'm gon' feel
I can't even tell who's real
No, I ain't gon' sign that deal No
I'm just stacking my paper
Tryna make sure the fam got a meal
Yeah, I'm getting the bread
Dodging feds and getting no rest
Feeling stressed, my life's a mess
I had to finesse on the road to success
Bet, oh, remember the days on the road
Now I'm in the stu, bad lil hoe get low give me dome
Smoking Three-Five, to get in my zone
Like oh I been laying low
Why they talking on me yeah, why they talk on bro
Yeah get low I been laying low
Yeah get low I been laying low
I put the family in a fast lane, on a plane, sipping champagne
Got a whole lot of pain to my name
I'm a one-on-one, not another me, and there will never be a same
There's a whole lot to lose, but if I keep grinding, then there's a whole lot I could gain
I pray to the Lord, but when I be talking, I try not to say it in vain
She wanna be plain jane
I just want a brand new chain
She wanna be my main, for real
She tryna claim my heart, for real
Baby, I can't sign that deal
I need time to heal
Oh, I need time, I need time to heal