"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.
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy-ass
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
I, I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your
Your, yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but pupils don't lie
And if they do, by God, they must fry (fry?)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah, I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim
I've got an eye out for she that cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
Quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul? Honest me, gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000, hard
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Ooh
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy-ass
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
The morning after
Can't resist your sexy-ass
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
I, I can't read minds, but I can read yours
I think she says that she wants to pour your
Your, yourself all over me
What you think? I could be wrong, but pupils don't lie
And if they do, by God, they must fry (fry?)
You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah, I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim
I've got an eye out for she that cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
Quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul? Honest me, gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm under your bosom
You're the prism, Shirley Chislom
Was the first, let's rehearse making a baby
Put in your order, I want a baby daughter
Dance on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000, hard
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Ooh
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy-ass
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too, so
Spread, spread for me
I can't, I can't wait to get you home
The morning after
Lyrics submitted by ophelia219
Spread Lyrics as written by Andre Benjamin
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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