"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.
Ah yes thank you thank you thank you
That was a..nother one of my favorites a..
tune that I.. really like to do
Thank you thank you for that tip doll, thanks
Ahh why'know I'd like to..
play another one of my favorite songs that ah..
I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember
Knowing love ah.. I remember when I used to be in love
and I uhh.. hope this song inspires you to..
get that same type of feeling like that I write about
[Spin 4th]
Bally boots, cashmere suits
SenTel cellular, girl with fat caboose
Slide so smooth, approach so slick
And all the - fine young ladies, love his clothes
He supposes, a rose would impress
He's scheamin for a way, to get under her - skin
So he begins, to try to impress
Pulls out a knot, to show he ain't pressed
Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up
Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup
Baby what's your sign, where you from, what you doin?
But what he really means is let's commence to screwin
Now why bother, with, frivolity
Over in the corner, I saw you eyeballin me
You're nothin but a sniper, shootin down men
But when I saw you starin at me I knew I was goin to win
The big prize behind door number two
Your legs I want in through, what you want to do?
Let's make a deal, cause you know that I'm paid
All I want to do is get a .. little, little, close to you
Not a little closer
Mmm, mmm, let me gain my composure
What's your name, can I call you back?
Since I'm rollin fat, can I take you back
to, the flat, where I reside
When I leave I want you right, at my side
All this work said she leaves in the place
on this guy's arm and a smile on the face
Only thinkin bout, the money that he makes
Droppin lingerie at the bar for some papes
Why do girls fall for the glitz and the glamour?
Gotta be flashy, to pull a bunch of stunts
Then the thought hit me, just like the hammer
Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts
The frontline (16X)
[Jingle Bel]
Come up to the front, smoke with ? blunts
Pullin crazy stunts, to get what you want
Yes I gotta say you look too fat to be exact
Gotta 50 G car so of course, I mack
Cruise up to the bridge, chillin Cakalaka
If I had some shit, my boys held my back up
Half gold fronts, herringbone around my neck
Don't worry about that debit cause I get a daily check
Shackin at the Hilt', lampin at the Sheraton
If the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson
Reserve a room for two, but surely I would do
The honey dip fronts, she doesn't have a clue
Dug the boys in blue, sometimes I paid them off
Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North
Page me by my pager, if there's somethin major
Where the shit I gave you, you'll surely get your wager
And if you come up short, I smack you with my fist
In front of your girl, in front of your mom, fuckup you won't be missed
Don't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff
You just might end up stiff, and no that's not a myth
I wish I could get out, the tricks of the trade
Can't work for Uncle Sam, and eat green eggs and ham
So I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine
One I hold a twenty, oh you'll be fine on the frontline
The frontline (16X)
[Damage]
Come up to the club, lookin fly as birds
Checkin out the scene, lookin for some curves
Moonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam
Gotta be fat when I go and do my thing
I'm puttin on my chains, puttin on my beeper
Even though I have no service yo I look sweeter
Five star rims, ridin kinda low
Givin the impression of a well paid bro
Gotta lotta boys, hangin on the corner
But yo that's not my style cause I'm not Jack Horner
Got a nine to five, but hey you don't know
My impression's otherwise cause it makes the girls flow
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin to be down, scramblin on the sly
Bet you was frontin, bet you it's kinda fun
Hangin with the girls, havin good times
Boys big fun when you're hangin on the front
on the front on the front when you're on the frontline
The frontline (16X)
That was a..nother one of my favorites a..
tune that I.. really like to do
Thank you thank you for that tip doll, thanks
Ahh why'know I'd like to..
play another one of my favorite songs that ah..
I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember
Knowing love ah.. I remember when I used to be in love
and I uhh.. hope this song inspires you to..
get that same type of feeling like that I write about
[Spin 4th]
Bally boots, cashmere suits
SenTel cellular, girl with fat caboose
Slide so smooth, approach so slick
And all the - fine young ladies, love his clothes
He supposes, a rose would impress
He's scheamin for a way, to get under her - skin
So he begins, to try to impress
Pulls out a knot, to show he ain't pressed
Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up
Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup
Baby what's your sign, where you from, what you doin?
But what he really means is let's commence to screwin
Now why bother, with, frivolity
Over in the corner, I saw you eyeballin me
You're nothin but a sniper, shootin down men
But when I saw you starin at me I knew I was goin to win
The big prize behind door number two
Your legs I want in through, what you want to do?
Let's make a deal, cause you know that I'm paid
All I want to do is get a .. little, little, close to you
Not a little closer
Mmm, mmm, let me gain my composure
What's your name, can I call you back?
Since I'm rollin fat, can I take you back
to, the flat, where I reside
When I leave I want you right, at my side
All this work said she leaves in the place
on this guy's arm and a smile on the face
Only thinkin bout, the money that he makes
Droppin lingerie at the bar for some papes
Why do girls fall for the glitz and the glamour?
Gotta be flashy, to pull a bunch of stunts
Then the thought hit me, just like the hammer
Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts
The frontline (16X)
[Jingle Bel]
Come up to the front, smoke with ? blunts
Pullin crazy stunts, to get what you want
Yes I gotta say you look too fat to be exact
Gotta 50 G car so of course, I mack
Cruise up to the bridge, chillin Cakalaka
If I had some shit, my boys held my back up
Half gold fronts, herringbone around my neck
Don't worry about that debit cause I get a daily check
Shackin at the Hilt', lampin at the Sheraton
If the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson
Reserve a room for two, but surely I would do
The honey dip fronts, she doesn't have a clue
Dug the boys in blue, sometimes I paid them off
Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North
Page me by my pager, if there's somethin major
Where the shit I gave you, you'll surely get your wager
And if you come up short, I smack you with my fist
In front of your girl, in front of your mom, fuckup you won't be missed
Don't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff
You just might end up stiff, and no that's not a myth
I wish I could get out, the tricks of the trade
Can't work for Uncle Sam, and eat green eggs and ham
So I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine
One I hold a twenty, oh you'll be fine on the frontline
The frontline (16X)
[Damage]
Come up to the club, lookin fly as birds
Checkin out the scene, lookin for some curves
Moonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam
Gotta be fat when I go and do my thing
I'm puttin on my chains, puttin on my beeper
Even though I have no service yo I look sweeter
Five star rims, ridin kinda low
Givin the impression of a well paid bro
Gotta lotta boys, hangin on the corner
But yo that's not my style cause I'm not Jack Horner
Got a nine to five, but hey you don't know
My impression's otherwise cause it makes the girls flow
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin to be down, scramblin on the sly
Bet you was frontin, bet you it's kinda fun
Hangin with the girls, havin good times
Boys big fun when you're hangin on the front
on the front on the front when you're on the frontline
The frontline (16X)
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Frontline Lyrics as written by Michael Bennett Brian Thompson
Lyrics © Royalty Network
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