Juice WRLD – Fast chords

[Intro]
C#m  B  G#m  A  C#m  E  A


[Chorus]
C#m             B  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
G#m              A  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
C#m                 E  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
A                                 A  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
C#m                  B  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
G#m                             AI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         EMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 AFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


[Verse 1]
C#m          B                        G#mI took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
            A                           C#mMolly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh
   EOh, last call
A     AOh-oh, that's gnarly
C#m              B                            G#mC#mvery day I be counting up, counting up the blues
                A               C#mCount away, sometimes we always lose
                E                     AI get high as a bitch, still the same dude
           A                             C#mI was back then, and now I'm lost and confused


[Pre-Chorus]
          B        G#m  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
          A        C#m  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
             EBut it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
    A                        AI'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)


[Chorus]
C#m             B  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
G#m              A  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
C#m                 E  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
A                                 A  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
C#m                  B  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
G#m                             AI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         EMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 AFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


[Verse 2]
C#m               B            G#mI go through so much, I'm 19 years old
          A                   C#mIt's been months since I felt at home
          EBut it's okay 'cause I'm rich
A                A               C#mPsych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right
               B                         G#mI don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole
               A                     C#mI don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
                  E                         AMy mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
                  A                         C#mI blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in


[Pre-Chorus]
          B        G#m  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
          A        C#m  I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
             EBut it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
    A                        AI'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)


[Chorus]
C#m             B  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
G#m              A  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
C#m                 E  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
A                                 A  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
C#m                  B  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
G#m                             AI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         EMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 AFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


[Bridge]
C#m               BElevate, elevate, elevate myself
G#m                                  ANow I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myself
    C#m                   EBut it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue
A                  AWhat happens next? Story to be continued, yeah


[Chorus]
C#m             B  I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
G#m              A  Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
C#m                 E  Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
A                                 A  Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
C#m                  B  I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
G#m                             AI know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         EMy hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 AFucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


[Outro]
C#m       B    G#m      A  This is fire, hahaha, yeah
C#m       E    A  This is fire

C#m  B  G#m  A  C#m  E  A