"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.
B.F.B
B.F.B
Squad
Gorgeous, she real gorgeous
I wanna spoil it
This ring cost about a fortune
You can't afford it
Niggas are broke and rusty
Give them some oil, please
Thirsty, she super thirsty
Look dirty, dirty
Dirtbag, you never cross me
You getting murphy free
I don't hang around with snitches
Don't ask a damn thing
Run up in your house
Put that bag in your mouth
Shoot a bullet, pussy niggas
That's a rhyme in your mouth
No movie script, but action
Here's a verb, I'm packing
Disrespect my crew
Red beans, straight clouds
I keep that AR-15
If that rat be raiding
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bell out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding around with my crew
Freddy with me just in case
I gotta bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When this ass is through
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Straight up busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like a nut
I smoke a blunt and lace my boots
Before I bell out the coupe
I'm calling for molly and I'm vibing
That's what I'ma do
Used to repping just to got me
Fuck aiming when I shoot
I'ma rip your ass apart
Like noodles in camo suit
I'm from the 773
Home in down the street from the Lou
Niggas banging, niggas sling
Your niggas so quick to shoot
Shout out my nigga Jay here
Rare day he come straight from the boo
That nigga black and Puerto Rican
So you know he a true
Shout out my cousin, OT Lord Crazy
Posted up on the Lou
That nigga wild, always turnt up
He the first one to shoot
You talking shit, you fucking prick
Is what I'ma do
And I'm all black chop
Before I bell out on you
I keep that AR-15 with that rap
Be ready to use
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bell out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding with all my crew
Ready with me just in case
I gotta bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When this ass is through
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Straight up, busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
Yeah, this is how we ride
Hit your point blank, boy
I like the way you die
Jamie Foxx, Jane
Go blue suit on when I ride
My girl ass fat
Ain't no dimples in her thighs
Real nigga till I die
Yeah, you niggas softer
Than a oatmeal cream pie
These bitches that I'm flipping
Bringing in hella dough
And all I do is serve them dick
Appetizer hope
Now, now, now
Don't go think you're sweet
Cause I smoke Swisher sweets
I leave your ass slump
Like a junkie when he sleep
I keep the burn on ready
Just in case it's beef
This nigga talking out his neck
Did he really forget
I keep that AR-15 with that rap
Be ready to use
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bow out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding around with my crew
Ready with me just in case
I gotta bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When his ass is through
Nigga bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Straight busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
B.F.B
Squad
Gorgeous, she real gorgeous
I wanna spoil it
This ring cost about a fortune
You can't afford it
Niggas are broke and rusty
Give them some oil, please
Thirsty, she super thirsty
Look dirty, dirty
Dirtbag, you never cross me
You getting murphy free
I don't hang around with snitches
Don't ask a damn thing
Run up in your house
Put that bag in your mouth
Shoot a bullet, pussy niggas
That's a rhyme in your mouth
No movie script, but action
Here's a verb, I'm packing
Disrespect my crew
Red beans, straight clouds
I keep that AR-15
If that rat be raiding
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bell out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding around with my crew
Freddy with me just in case
I gotta bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When this ass is through
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Straight up busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like a nut
I smoke a blunt and lace my boots
Before I bell out the coupe
I'm calling for molly and I'm vibing
That's what I'ma do
Used to repping just to got me
Fuck aiming when I shoot
I'ma rip your ass apart
Like noodles in camo suit
I'm from the 773
Home in down the street from the Lou
Niggas banging, niggas sling
Your niggas so quick to shoot
Shout out my nigga Jay here
Rare day he come straight from the boo
That nigga black and Puerto Rican
So you know he a true
Shout out my cousin, OT Lord Crazy
Posted up on the Lou
That nigga wild, always turnt up
He the first one to shoot
You talking shit, you fucking prick
Is what I'ma do
And I'm all black chop
Before I bell out on you
I keep that AR-15 with that rap
Be ready to use
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bell out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding with all my crew
Ready with me just in case
I gotta bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When this ass is through
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Nigga, bell out and shoot
Straight up, busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
Yeah, this is how we ride
Hit your point blank, boy
I like the way you die
Jamie Foxx, Jane
Go blue suit on when I ride
My girl ass fat
Ain't no dimples in her thighs
Real nigga till I die
Yeah, you niggas softer
Than a oatmeal cream pie
These bitches that I'm flipping
Bringing in hella dough
And all I do is serve them dick
Appetizer hope
Now, now, now
Don't go think you're sweet
Cause I smoke Swisher sweets
I leave your ass slump
Like a junkie when he sleep
I keep the burn on ready
Just in case it's beef
This nigga talking out his neck
Did he really forget
I keep that AR-15 with that rap
Be ready to use
If a nigga disrespect me
I'ma bow out and shoot
No matter if I'm with my bitch
Or riding around with my crew
Ready with me just in case
I gotta bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Pick up all the empty shells
When his ass is through
Nigga bow out and shoot
Nigga bow out and shoot
Straight busting, no discussing
Hitting niggas like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
Like it's nothing
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Bail Out Lyrics as written by Curtis Hooks
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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