"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 get drunk and I stumble to the mic
Stay drunk all week, I'm at my peak like pike
I'm never at my peak, I'm killin' fifth after fifth
I drink mo' 40's than Tash and E-Swift
Uh, huh, I drink more than both of y'all
I hold more liquor than a bank on Crenshaw
And Tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who
Be all on yo' nads after just a swig or two
Nigga you trippin', must be that Zima you was sippin'
Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles I be grippin'
And flip it in the trash 'cause I downed 'em with ease
While you on yo' knees
(About to pass somebody yo' keys)
I even had to pay the taxi the last time you asked me
You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back G
Bro you should know you can't drink with Rico
While you down yo' shit slow, I'm on my ninth Cuervo
Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin' on the flo'
Swearin' up and down, you neva' gonna drink no mo'
But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up
One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I never call it quits, I don't know my own limit
This Alkaholiks shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick
You might fuck around and catch a liver disease
Fuckin' with these Likwit MC's, hip hop drunkies
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one five one
Heineken, Hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey
Yo, yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can
In front of the bar, that's where I stand
And to the alcohol for which I fall
And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall
One drunk nation under God inebriated
With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded
Drink drink drunk until I can't hack it
Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket
When I get drunk once again
I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin
Likwit 'til I'm stiff, damn I love this riff
The Ro gotta go, I pass the mic to E-Swift
I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of 'Cheers'
Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers
I've been doin' this for years, ain't no amateurs here
I've been drinkin' 40's longer than most niggaz careers
I've got the bitches grinnin' while the whole world is spinnin'
You suffer from double vision and I'm just beginnin'
You always pass out, wake up and don't remember me
You could write a book with all your hangover remedies
I thought you knew, I've been drinkin' since high school
While I down this Olde English, you sippin' your O'Douls
I'm makin' beer runs at ten minutes to two
While you still sippin' on your first motherfuckin' brew
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one five one
Heineken, Hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey
A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse
They order three drinks but can't finish the first
I see 'em reachin' in they purse about to roll that sack of weed
Knowin' that's the combination that they really don't need
'Cause girls take a sip, get fucked up quick
Pass out, wake up
(What's this?)
It's a dick
Baby girl, you lookin' sick, you lookin' plastered like a poster
You was talkin' all that shit, now you need some Alka-Seltzer
You wobblin', weeblin', fuckin' up your evenin'
That smoke that you breathin' got that ass on spin
While yo' homegirls is like
(Where the fuck you been?)
In the girl's bathroom, fucked up since ten
Yeah, I seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina
Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina
So she comin' home with me because, I don't give a fuck
Might fuck an ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
When I get drunk
When I get drunk
We doin' big thangs, knahmsayin'?
Ha ha, we fucked up now
You know what's goin down, Alkaholiks
Got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
My niggaz and you know it, I ain't solo, I ain't dolo
Stay drunk all week, I'm at my peak like pike
I'm never at my peak, I'm killin' fifth after fifth
I drink mo' 40's than Tash and E-Swift
Uh, huh, I drink more than both of y'all
I hold more liquor than a bank on Crenshaw
And Tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who
Be all on yo' nads after just a swig or two
Nigga you trippin', must be that Zima you was sippin'
Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles I be grippin'
And flip it in the trash 'cause I downed 'em with ease
While you on yo' knees
(About to pass somebody yo' keys)
I even had to pay the taxi the last time you asked me
You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back G
Bro you should know you can't drink with Rico
While you down yo' shit slow, I'm on my ninth Cuervo
Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin' on the flo'
Swearin' up and down, you neva' gonna drink no mo'
But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up
One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up
I never call it quits, I don't know my own limit
This Alkaholiks shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick
You might fuck around and catch a liver disease
Fuckin' with these Likwit MC's, hip hop drunkies
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one five one
Heineken, Hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey
Yo, yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can
In front of the bar, that's where I stand
And to the alcohol for which I fall
And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall
One drunk nation under God inebriated
With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded
Drink drink drunk until I can't hack it
Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket
When I get drunk once again
I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin
Likwit 'til I'm stiff, damn I love this riff
The Ro gotta go, I pass the mic to E-Swift
I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of 'Cheers'
Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers
I've been doin' this for years, ain't no amateurs here
I've been drinkin' 40's longer than most niggaz careers
I've got the bitches grinnin' while the whole world is spinnin'
You suffer from double vision and I'm just beginnin'
You always pass out, wake up and don't remember me
You could write a book with all your hangover remedies
I thought you knew, I've been drinkin' since high school
While I down this Olde English, you sippin' your O'Douls
I'm makin' beer runs at ten minutes to two
While you still sippin' on your first motherfuckin' brew
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Curvoiseir, coke and rum
Alize and one five one
Heineken, Hennesey
Juice and gin, brass monkey
A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse
They order three drinks but can't finish the first
I see 'em reachin' in they purse about to roll that sack of weed
Knowin' that's the combination that they really don't need
'Cause girls take a sip, get fucked up quick
Pass out, wake up
(What's this?)
It's a dick
Baby girl, you lookin' sick, you lookin' plastered like a poster
You was talkin' all that shit, now you need some Alka-Seltzer
You wobblin', weeblin', fuckin' up your evenin'
That smoke that you breathin' got that ass on spin
While yo' homegirls is like
(Where the fuck you been?)
In the girl's bathroom, fucked up since ten
Yeah, I seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina
Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina
So she comin' home with me because, I don't give a fuck
Might fuck an ugly bitch, but only when I'm drunk
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' drink on? Whatcha wanna do?
Don't you think it's 'bout time
To get yo' fade on with the Likwit crew?
When I get drunk
When I get drunk
We doin' big thangs, knahmsayin'?
Ha ha, we fucked up now
You know what's goin down, Alkaholiks
Got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
My niggaz and you know it, I ain't solo, I ain't dolo
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