Fast chords by Juice WRLD

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

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                             A
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         E
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 A
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah

Verse 1:
C#m          B                        G#m
I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
            A                           C#m
Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh
   E
Oh, last call
A     A
Oh-oh, that's gnarly
C#m              B                            G#m
C#mvery day I be counting up, counting up the blues
                A               C#m
Count away, sometimes we always lose
                E                     A
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
           A                             C#m
I 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)
             E
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
    A                        A
I'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                             A
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         E
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 A
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


Verse 2:
C#m               B            G#m
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old
          A                   C#m
It's been months since I felt at home
          E
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich
A                A               C#m
Psych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right
               B                         G#m
I don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole
               A                     C#m
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
                  E                         A
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
                  A                         C#m
I 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)
             E
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
    A                        A
I'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                             A
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         E
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 A
Fucking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah


Bridge:
C#m               B
Elevate, elevate, elevate myself
G#m                                  A
Now I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myself
    C#m                   E
But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue
A                  A
What 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                             A
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
C#m                         E
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
A                                 A
Fucking 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