"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.
[Bizzy Bone]
Let it go (Let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(Time is passin' 'til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
That mean aye'body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'
[Puffy]
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen alot
The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
[Bizzy Bone]
It's P. Diddy muthafucka
[Puffy]
Do or die?
[Bizzy Bone]
Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You don't come weed with me anymore
You don't need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)
Repeat 1
Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin' with the mistress
Can see they just beatin' up
Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles
Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny
(Gotta be spendin')
We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'
Dippin and talking' how it's for money
And ending up going back
We made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
[Puffy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
Let it go (Let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(Time is passin' 'til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
That mean aye'body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell
This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'
[Puffy]
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
1 - Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don't let it come our way)
[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen alot
The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
[Bizzy Bone]
It's P. Diddy muthafucka
[Puffy]
Do or die?
[Bizzy Bone]
Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You don't come weed with me anymore
You don't need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)
Repeat 1
Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin' with the mistress
Can see they just beatin' up
Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles
Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny
(Gotta be spendin')
We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin'
Dippin and talking' how it's for money
And ending up going back
We made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
[Puffy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War's on my mind
Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
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Holiday
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I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
No Surprises
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Just A Little Lovin'
Dusty Springfield
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I don't think it's necessarily about sex. It's about wanting to start the day with some love and affection. Maybe a warm cuddle. I'm not alone in interpreting it that way! For example:
"'Just a Little Lovin’ is a timeless country song originally recorded by Eddy Arnold in 1954. The song, written by Eddie Miller and Jimmy Campbell, explores the delicate nuances of love and showcases Arnold’s emotive vocals. It delves into the universal theme of love and how even the smallest gesture of affection can have a profound impact on our lives." https://oldtimemusic.com/the-meaning-behind-the-song-just-a-little-lovin-by-eddy-arnold/
This song is a disgrace to a beautiful name.
RAP IS THE MOST FUCKED UP ATTEMPT POOR PEOPLE TRYING TO GET RICH HAVE MADE.