"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.
It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it?
What people pay paper for, damn it, they can't stand it
They want something new, so let's get reacquainted
Became the hood favorite
I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
"Dude," fresh off the plane, "Konichiwa, bitches"
Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot
Ask for it, I did it, that asshole done did it
Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it
I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas
But only I could come up with some shit like this
I done played the underdog my whole career
I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year?
They say, he going crazy and we seen this before"
But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink Polo
Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head
'Cause my Dior got me more model head?
I'm insulted, you should go 'head
And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead
And the flow just hit code red
Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me
Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me
I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me
But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me (sit behind me)
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby
What? What? We outta here, baby
Hey, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby
And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby
Yeah, I'm so bright, not shady
My teeth and my ice so white like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (ha)
I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans
Whenever they make them, I shall "hay-ve" them
Oops, I meant "have" them, I'm so crazy
But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies
I'm such a "hay-vic," oops, I meant "havoc"
And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit
And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family
Stove on my waist, turn beef to patties (baow)
And I ate it, cause I'm so avid (no homo)
And I don't front and I don't go backwards
And I don't practice and I don't lack shit
And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch (ha)
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
What people pay paper for, damn it, they can't stand it
They want something new, so let's get reacquainted
Became the hood favorite
I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
"Dude," fresh off the plane, "Konichiwa, bitches"
Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot
Ask for it, I did it, that asshole done did it
Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it
I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas
But only I could come up with some shit like this
I done played the underdog my whole career
I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year?
They say, he going crazy and we seen this before"
But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink Polo
Nigga please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head
'Cause my Dior got me more model head?
I'm insulted, you should go 'head
And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead
And the flow just hit code red
Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me
Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me
I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me
But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me (sit behind me)
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby
What? What? We outta here, baby
Hey, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby
And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby
Yeah, I'm so bright, not shady
My teeth and my ice so white like Shady
Ice in my teeth so refrigerated
I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (ha)
I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans
Whenever they make them, I shall "hay-ve" them
Oops, I meant "have" them, I'm so crazy
But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies
I'm such a "hay-vic," oops, I meant "havoc"
And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit
And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family
Stove on my waist, turn beef to patties (baow)
And I ate it, cause I'm so avid (no homo)
And I don't front and I don't go backwards
And I don't practice and I don't lack shit
And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch (ha)
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
We outta here, baby
Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah
Life of a don, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on
With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh
And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
Lyrics submitted by strykerchick
Barry Bonds Lyrics as written by N Landsberg Mike Dean
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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