High Speeds Official Video
By: Passed Up
Genres
Description
Spend a night with Passed Up as the party it up in Las Vegas with a few friends.
Lyrics
Chorus We cruise at high speeds At high speeds We cruise at high speeds At high speeds We Fly y y y We Fly y y y Verse 1 (Tate) Black car with a black tint. Brunette with a kung-fu grip. Drive fast hit the Fifth. Up in your face like a mush and a twist. Play it fast we play it loose. You set the stage. We light the fuse. Case of the blues I know its fine. Ill cure it all one can at time (MexicanMike) Stop me, I stunt hard. Pockets, ocean, Coastguard. I save a chick. Dont strip for a grip ma. Me and my team we go hard. Black cards no limit. No funk, no fakes, no gimmicks. Just me and my boy and we getting it. You dream it, we live it. (Tate) Last wish do this. let's see how far you want to go. Table glass pass it back. Let you know when you’re about to blow. Cruise control set the speed. You could be safe your here with me. Last chance girl breath. You Can you take one more. Well see (MexicanMike) Late nights, early flights. Fast life ain't no re-writes. We race on, my faith strong. Avenge my life, get my hulk on. If I got it then I spend it. Know exactly where I'm heading' No doubt no sweat no stressing. No questions! Chorus Verse 2 (MexicanMike)Fast lane, was living life with no regrets. Got saved, and he going use me till there nothing left. Tomorrows not promised. Mad horses and no harness. You feel it like I gunned it? Like I red lined past a hundred. my whit girls my white girl!? Yellow bones and geisha girls. My Latin’s but no ratchets. My shell toes and dark glasses! Shots! I don't take but they sent them to me lots! Of people round me, cruise high speeds (Tate)Crash course dashboard. Cut through lines to hit the club. Slurred speech slurred speech. You can't guess what's in my cup. House party or strip see. they show there's don't need no beads. Come my town see the scenes. You want N Y our New Orleans. Kill the stage flat line. Bit of dub with rap rhymes. breaking necks clothes line. The new American past time. you drive straight we swerving. At the bar you serving. Take a rum and coke with a shot of jack. When we done with that we run back. Chorus
