"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.
Ha ha, ha ha
What? '96 and forever
Rok-a-blok, Roc-A-Fella
I'm feelin' it (yeah, keep it realer than most)
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it (Marcy)
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set (Brooklyn)
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I keep it realer than most I know you're feeling it
Cristal's on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it
Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this
On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as shit
Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch, and then you die
But for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick
Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but
Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circle us, success, they turned my mic up
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light ya life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches
I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it
Jiggy-jigga looking gully in the joint
If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point?
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty?
(Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining
Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in
I'm living, the ill street blues got you hunger painin'
Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose, you still singing, fool
I'm thorough, in every borough, my name be ringing
Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and
Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as shit
'95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit
And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with, shit
And all the thorough-ass niggas that I hustle with
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it, you feeling it?
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
What, y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams a sniper hit me with a fatal shot
Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you've got
Give me the chills but these mills, well, they make me hot
Y'all don't feel me, enough to stop the illing right?
But at the same time these dimes keep me feeling tight
I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now
I know I contradicted myself, look, I don't need that now
It's just once in a blue when there's nothing to do
And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zoning, me and this chick on the island and then we're boning
I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moaning
Take one more toke then I leave that weed alone, man
It got me going, shit
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet, Moet, Moet, Moet
What? '96 and forever
Rok-a-blok, Roc-A-Fella
I'm feelin' it (yeah, keep it realer than most)
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it (Marcy)
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set (Brooklyn)
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I keep it realer than most I know you're feeling it
Cristal's on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it
Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this
On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as shit
Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch, and then you die
But for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick
Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but
Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
We paid the price to circle us, success, they turned my mic up
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light ya life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged
Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches
I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it
These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it
Jiggy-jigga looking gully in the joint
If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point?
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty?
(Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining
Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in
I'm living, the ill street blues got you hunger painin'
Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose, you still singing, fool
I'm thorough, in every borough, my name be ringing
Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and
Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as shit
'95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit
And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with, shit
And all the thorough-ass niggas that I hustle with
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it, you feeling it?
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
What, y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop
Said she had dreams a sniper hit me with a fatal shot
Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you've got
Give me the chills but these mills, well, they make me hot
Y'all don't feel me, enough to stop the illing right?
But at the same time these dimes keep me feeling tight
I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now
I know I contradicted myself, look, I don't need that now
It's just once in a blue when there's nothing to do
And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through
I get to zoning, me and this chick on the island and then we're boning
I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moaning
Take one more toke then I leave that weed alone, man
It got me going, shit
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
I'm feelin' it
Feel the high that you get from the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet, Moet, Moet, Moet
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