More songs by Limp Bizkit
Description
Producer: Limp Bizkit
Producer: Terry Date
Additionalproducer: Josh Abraham
Additionalproducer: Scott Welland
Mixing Engineer: Andy Wallace
Lyricist: Fred Durst
Composer: Sam Rivers
Composer: John Otto
Composer Lyricist: Joe Walsh
Composer Lyricist: Don Henley
Composer Lyricist: Glenn Frey
Composer Lyricist: Leor Dimant
Composer Lyricist: Samuel Rivers
Composer Lyricist: Wes Borland
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Life in the fast lane)
This is dedicated to you, Ben Stiller
You are my favorite motherf-
I told you, didn't I?
Drama makes the world go around (go around)
Does anybody got a problem with that? (Yeah)
My business is my business
Who's guilty? Can I get a witness?
First things first
The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst
Access Hollywood, license to k-
A redneck f- from Jacksonville
Bangin' on the dumpster f-
My microphone machete's in the back of my trunk
Rocker's who's steady with the he says, she says
And don't forget about the starfish navigation system
Don't hate me, I'm just an alien
With 37 tons of new millenium
Dum-diddie-dum, where's it coming from?
Mrs. Aguilera, come and get some!
Oh, no, which way to go to the dance floor?
It's on my stereo, pay me no mind (yeah)
I seen The Fight Club about 28 times
And I'ma keep my pants saggin'
Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'
And I'ma keep a lot of girls in my band wagon
'Cause I don't give a f-, livin' life in the fast lane, yeah
(Life in the fast lane)
I'm just a crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f-, livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane), yeah
Another crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f- in the fast lane
Take two (hoo-haa!)
Now who's the star sucker? I'm the Starfish
You silly motherf-
Puff-puff, give the m- cig, oops
I don't even smoke, but I love the way it smells
Here's a toast to the females
Sippin' lung champagne from a seashell
I think I gotta feel and pop his ass like a zit
With the starfish navigation system
I'm no cheap thrills, baby
Fill the briefcase with three-dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run of the mill' fella
Spittin' out hella mic skills
And I'ma keep my pants saggin'
Keep a skateboard, a spray can for the taggin'
And I'ma keep a lot of girls in my band wagon
'Cause I don't give a f-, livin' life in the fast lane
(Life in the fast lane)
I'm just a crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f-, livin' life in the fast lane (life in the fast lane), yeah
Another crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f- in the fast lane
'Cause it's so easy to tell a lie (life in the fast lane)
And it's so easy to run and hide (life in the fast lane)
But it's not easy to be alive (life in the fast lane)
So don't be wasting none on my time!
This world is like a cage and I don't think it's fair
And I don't even think that anybody cares
It'll leave a hole (what?), down the side of me (what?)
And it'll leave a scar (what?), can anybody see? (What?)
That we gotta get it out (we gotta get it out)
We gotta get it out (we gotta get it out)
We gotta get it out (we gotta get it out)
And I'ma get it out with the motherf-
Microphone plugging in my soul
I'm a renegade riot getting out of control
I'ma keep it alive and continue to be
Flying like an eagle to my destiny
So, can you feel me? (Hell, yeah!)
Can you feel me? (Hell, yeah!)
Can you feel me? (Hell, yeah!)
If you feel, motherf-, then you'll say (hell, yeah!)
Then you'll say (hell, yeah!)
Then you'll say, "Hell, yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane!"
'Cause it's so easy to tell a lie (life in the fast lane)
And it's so easy to run and hide (life in the fast lane)
But it's not easy to be alive (life in the fast lane)
So don't be wasting none on my time!
(Yeah, bring it on!)
I'm just a crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f-, livin' life in the fast lane
(Life in the fast lane)
Another crazy motherf- livin' it up
Not giving a f- in the fast lane