"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.
The mirror cant look me in my eyes no way
I float like a ribbon in the sky no plane
Ay yo, smooth or rugged I'ma Usain run it
Cah I duz it in my own lane
And I'ma flash for the picture
She'll come back no hasta la vista
Computer love, I mac with my finger
Baby Im a man not your Mr I Missed Ya
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Don't think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I haven't got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
I'm living my life 'cause dats what I do best
Girls on my bank wanna show me interest
Ay look pounds or pennies I don't scrounge of any
I'm fly I am not an insect
And I'm the life of the party
Came with Ken but I left with his Barbie
Babe is with me she can ride in the car seat
And shes an angel I'm Charlie ah please
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Don't think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I haven't got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
Don't say my name when I'm at the bar (so gone)
'Cause I'm in the zone and I'm trying my hardest not to fall (so gone)
And I'm so gone (so gone)
I'm so gone (so gone)
Jus' leave me alone
Alone
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Dont think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I havent got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
I float like a ribbon in the sky no plane
Ay yo, smooth or rugged I'ma Usain run it
Cah I duz it in my own lane
And I'ma flash for the picture
She'll come back no hasta la vista
Computer love, I mac with my finger
Baby Im a man not your Mr I Missed Ya
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Don't think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I haven't got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin' beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
I'm living my life 'cause dats what I do best
Girls on my bank wanna show me interest
Ay look pounds or pennies I don't scrounge of any
I'm fly I am not an insect
And I'm the life of the party
Came with Ken but I left with his Barbie
Babe is with me she can ride in the car seat
And shes an angel I'm Charlie ah please
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Don't think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I haven't got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
Don't say my name when I'm at the bar (so gone)
'Cause I'm in the zone and I'm trying my hardest not to fall (so gone)
And I'm so gone (so gone)
I'm so gone (so gone)
Jus' leave me alone
Alone
My lifestyles terribly wild
But you'll never catch me on a Jeremy Kyle Show
Explosive, terrorist style
Dont think I'ma blow I'll get you therapy now whoa
I missed school and I havent got a job yet
My girls pissed, my daughters on the way
I went clubbing till my world was revolving
Pretty women and alcohol here
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a train
Choo choo go hard go faster
Stack pees every day
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a tractor
I ride this motherfuckin beat like a plane
Zoom zoom down the rabbit hole
More women more alcohol here
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Traktor Lyrics as written by Jermaine Scott Thomas Rosiji Griffith
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