Fast life, like a supercar in Dubai Spinning round, smoke the tires Beach house, cliffside with a view in Malibu It's so nice, I wouldn't want this life Two burner phones, shady night moves Driving a foreign with this brand new Caught up in the Varna, Boston to California Wheels up, no zip code Chasing the Varna, flying above the Karma Won't pick up the phone, in that plane mode Quiet nights, no sleep from bumping bike keys Straight from the floater keys All cash, low key, inside karaoke machines USPS, ground shipping, paid for months summer House on the side She always tried to turn a blind eye Out of sight, out of mind Caught up in the Varna, Boston to California Wheels up, no zip code Chasing the Varna, flying above the Karma Won't pick up the phone, in that plane mode Looking in the rear view, check that nobody follow Feels his heartbeat racing, fast like Alonzo Too much white powder, GTA and Fever Stressed out nights, hoping nobody found out he's a dealer He can feel the clutch slipping Caught up in the Varna, Boston to California Wheels up, no zip code Chasing the Varna, flying above the Karma Won't pick up the phone, in that plane mode *