"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.
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
Nigga ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP
Real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack, like the trap
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
I like Percocets
I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
I know them bitches gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch
I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man, I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess
Playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wildin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
Nigga ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP
Real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack, like the trap
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
I like Percocets
I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
I know them bitches gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch
I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man, I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess
Playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wildin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Wamables Lyrics as written by Brian Soko Andrew James Proctor
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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