"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-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
Uh, the got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth, soccer team
Cold as a winters day, hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves
Steal your love and leave
I like the way you walkin', if you walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an-an-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, 'cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bag
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
Okay, I get it
Let me think, I guess it's my turn?
Maybe it's time to put this pussy on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch, be on my eggo whites
He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top, asbestos
I love ya sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby
I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody
I seen 'em stand in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston, and let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear, and you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romancing, I like rollin' with friends
She said I'm caged in I think her conscience is
She watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end, she all on my skin, lotion
Slower motions, roller coastin'
Like back forth hold it (hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it)
She pose like it's for posters, and I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me, she said, "Don't you ever show this"
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this she rejoiced it
Said your word get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is? I'm only lovin' for the moment
Uh, she ain't got a man but she's not alone
Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless
Well, that's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
L-Look at how she walk, mm-hmm, she know she bad
D-Do your thing, baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't leavin' fast, I'ma stay a while
Hold ya head Chris, I-I'ma take her down
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Young Money, yeah)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh) (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Mack Maine, J Millz)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (Tyga Tyga)
Ooh, baby (Drizzy Drake)
I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Nicki Minaj, hey Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (we Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (ayy)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
Uh, the got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth, soccer team
Cold as a winters day, hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves
Steal your love and leave
I like the way you walkin', if you walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an-an-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, 'cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bag
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
Okay, I get it
Let me think, I guess it's my turn?
Maybe it's time to put this pussy on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch, be on my eggo whites
He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top, asbestos
I love ya sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby
I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody
I seen 'em stand in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston, and let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear, and you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romancing, I like rollin' with friends
She said I'm caged in I think her conscience is
She watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end, she all on my skin, lotion
Slower motions, roller coastin'
Like back forth hold it (hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it)
She pose like it's for posters, and I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me, she said, "Don't you ever show this"
I'm too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this she rejoiced it
Said your word get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is? I'm only lovin' for the moment
Uh, she ain't got a man but she's not alone
Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless
Well, that's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
L-Look at how she walk, mm-hmm, she know she bad
D-Do your thing, baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't leavin' fast, I'ma stay a while
Hold ya head Chris, I-I'ma take her down
Ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Young Money, yeah)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh) (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (Mack Maine, J Millz)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (Tyga Tyga)
Ooh, baby (Drizzy Drake)
I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Nicki Minaj, hey Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh) (we Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (ooh)
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock) (ayy)
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