"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Woo, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)
Uh, all of my heroes did dope
Every nigga 'round me playin' married
Or payin' child support
I can't cope
Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
With kids, whoa-whoa
The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance
Now, time to dig, low, low
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me, say, "shit, 'sho, 'sho"
Now let me ask y'all this
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
It's shitty, Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
While my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice
That's if you're racist or you're crooked
Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weigh it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world 'cause over a million people took it
Look at me, I'm outta your jurisdiction, now you lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me, sir
Don't make me call L.A., he'll have ya walkin', sir
A couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About these youngsters amongst us
You think they respect the law?
They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on stage, we scream
Don't everybody, everybody
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Yeah, huh, officer for the most high
You touch me, you touch the apple of this eye
If they kick us out, where will we go?
Not to Africa, 'cause nann one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
Still eatin' pork
Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death (death)
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgment day
Hip-hip-hooray
Mystery, Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The lake of fire is callin'
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go, woo
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)
Uh, all of my heroes did dope
Every nigga 'round me playin' married
Or payin' child support
I can't cope
Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
With kids, whoa-whoa
The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance
Now, time to dig, low, low
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me, say, "shit, 'sho, 'sho"
Now let me ask y'all this
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
It's shitty, Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
While my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice
That's if you're racist or you're crooked
Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weigh it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world 'cause over a million people took it
Look at me, I'm outta your jurisdiction, now you lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me, sir
Don't make me call L.A., he'll have ya walkin', sir
A couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About these youngsters amongst us
You think they respect the law?
They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on stage, we scream
Don't everybody, everybody
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Yeah, huh, officer for the most high
You touch me, you touch the apple of this eye
If they kick us out, where will we go?
Not to Africa, 'cause nann one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
Still eatin' pork
Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death (death)
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgment day
Hip-hip-hooray
Mystery, Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The lake of fire is callin'
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go, woo
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