Fast Lane

You're living in the fast lane,
just like Cobain,
It's gunna catch you up,
It's gunna fuck you up.

Soon you're gunna find,
They all ain't so kind,
With every breathe you take,
You're becoming more fake.

You party life away,
With stars in the bay,
White around your nose,
And a car full of hoes.

So live in the fast lane,
You won't hear me complain,
But keep living in the fast lane,
And you're gunna end up like Cobain.