"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.
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, lotta money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, Tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
They call me Joey Crack, my name'll never be forgotten
Livin' in the NY city that's rotten
Niggas on the block still schemin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon' stop bubblin'
But we not 'cause we all still shinin'
You average, we floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
With the thuggish freaks
She love to eat, plus bust the heat
We touch the streets with the same principles
Every day, gotta get this cash, know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack, one in a mil' (mil')
Get cash from drug deals, but still keep the weapons concealed
Build with the gods, today's math, fast cars
Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar?
My repertoire is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly, you can't fuck wit me
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started makin' wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit' chalk
Was our last resort and brothers took it to the streets (yeah, uh, uh)
I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my FJ560s
It's many ways that we gon' get it
Look how many years we done did it
Cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted and dreamed of
Create a mean buzz
Slick CREAM and show my team love
You see us on your BET
Rockin' ice blue suits, pardon the jewelry
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this, consecutive hits
You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit, competitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out, no doubt
Take the leer jet to Cali, theres a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare accounts, pull ya stash out
The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas cause black outs, shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
Pushin' the dope-ass car doin' a hundred-eighty
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started makin' wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit' chalk
Was our last resort and brothers took it to the streets
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon' ride for you (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Uh, gon' ride for you (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Gon' ride for you (haha, uh, uh)
Yeah, we gon' ride for you
We gon' ride for you, haha
Yeah, we gon' ride for you
Motherfucker, gon' ride for you
Ha, yeah, everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, uh
Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, we gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Haha, yeah, I'm gon' ride for you
Best believe we gon' ride for you
Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
Joey Crack, realness, one, one, one, one, one
Tony Montana, yeah, what?
Yeah, yeah
Uh, lotta money in here
Uh, Terror Squad
Now and forever
Top of the world, Tun
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
They call me Joey Crack, my name'll never be forgotten
Livin' in the NY city that's rotten
Niggas on the block still schemin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon' stop bubblin'
But we not 'cause we all still shinin'
You average, we floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
With the thuggish freaks
She love to eat, plus bust the heat
We touch the streets with the same principles
Every day, gotta get this cash, know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack, one in a mil' (mil')
Get cash from drug deals, but still keep the weapons concealed
Build with the gods, today's math, fast cars
Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar?
My repertoire is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me
Honestly, you can't fuck wit me
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started makin' wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit' chalk
Was our last resort and brothers took it to the streets (yeah, uh, uh)
I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays
Lookin' laced in my FJ560s
It's many ways that we gon' get it
Look how many years we done did it
Cop land and build a home in it
That's all I ever wanted and dreamed of
Create a mean buzz
Slick CREAM and show my team love
You see us on your BET
Rockin' ice blue suits, pardon the jewelry
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this, consecutive hits
You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit, competitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out, no doubt
Take the leer jet to Cali, theres a party up at Shaq's house
You don't wanna compare accounts, pull ya stash out
The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas cause black outs, shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me
Pushin' the dope-ass car doin' a hundred-eighty
It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail
Want us to fail 'cause you all on our dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started makin' wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit' chalk
Was our last resort and brothers took it to the streets
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon' ride for you (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Uh, gon' ride for you (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Gon' ride for you (haha, uh, uh)
Yeah, we gon' ride for you
We gon' ride for you, haha
Yeah, we gon' ride for you
Motherfucker, gon' ride for you
Ha, yeah, everybody in the struggle
Hold ya head baby, uh
Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, we gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Haha, yeah, I'm gon' ride for you
Best believe we gon' ride for you
Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium
Joey Crack, realness, one, one, one, one, one
Tony Montana, yeah, what?
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