"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.
Bruh bruh
I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels
They be seeing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh
And I know what people be saying
"Goddamn look like he sell dope"
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Blue plastic cup, with that vodka in it
Foor door Porsche thang with that choppa in it
Look like my Porsche been shopping it got new shoes on
It almost look it as "I do" with all my jewels on
Choppa cost 100 dollars came with 50 shots
Hunnid karat bracelet it cost me 5 blocks
New Era fitted 39.99, forty of the same ones 39, forty times
And Jeezle watch is fresh, denims cost half a stack
That's a fourteen, denims cost a half a crack
Pull out every dollar in my pocket just to buy the smoke
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro (Loso, I still got that d-boy with me)
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope (ay Plies, what it look like homie?)
(There ya go)
What's up son? What it look like?
Look like I sell dope, maybe this hooks right
It could be that it's true, maybe I'm at it too
This Audemar on my wrist, shit, Meech had it too
I ain't sellin' dope, baby I'm selling hope
You can't see that I'm a star then get your telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways
I keep on pulling different cars up in her driveway
They see a nigga bread, so it might trigger feds
I tell they hatin' ass, I do like Biggie said
"Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars"
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes"
Loso
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
I know what the fuck you thinkin', I look like a drug dealer
That what my partner thinkin', how to whack the judge, nigga
Threw so much money in this bih, coulda bought the club, nigga
And if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug, nigga
Police followin' me, he thank I sell sugar
All these diamonds on me, think they come from the kitchen
Ask me where I'm going, told 'em "I'm going fishin'"
Headed to the strip club, to catch me some bitches
Twelve noon I'm ridin', quarter million dollar car
Straight hood nigga feelin' like a fuckin' star
Drank Cognac smellin' like the fuckin' bar
From the looks of the watch, he must be sellin', boy
All this money homie must be a d-boy
Buy 'em by the two's, talkin' 'bout the fuckin' joy
Fuck 'em by the three's, talkin' 'bout them fuckin' whores
It 2 o'clock in the evenin', he must be unemployed
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels
They be seeing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh
And I know what people be saying
"Goddamn look like he sell dope"
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Blue plastic cup, with that vodka in it
Foor door Porsche thang with that choppa in it
Look like my Porsche been shopping it got new shoes on
It almost look it as "I do" with all my jewels on
Choppa cost 100 dollars came with 50 shots
Hunnid karat bracelet it cost me 5 blocks
New Era fitted 39.99, forty of the same ones 39, forty times
And Jeezle watch is fresh, denims cost half a stack
That's a fourteen, denims cost a half a crack
Pull out every dollar in my pocket just to buy the smoke
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro (Loso, I still got that d-boy with me)
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope (ay Plies, what it look like homie?)
(There ya go)
What's up son? What it look like?
Look like I sell dope, maybe this hooks right
It could be that it's true, maybe I'm at it too
This Audemar on my wrist, shit, Meech had it too
I ain't sellin' dope, baby I'm selling hope
You can't see that I'm a star then get your telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways
I keep on pulling different cars up in her driveway
They see a nigga bread, so it might trigger feds
I tell they hatin' ass, I do like Biggie said
"Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars"
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes"
Loso
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
I know what the fuck you thinkin', I look like a drug dealer
That what my partner thinkin', how to whack the judge, nigga
Threw so much money in this bih, coulda bought the club, nigga
And if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug, nigga
Police followin' me, he thank I sell sugar
All these diamonds on me, think they come from the kitchen
Ask me where I'm going, told 'em "I'm going fishin'"
Headed to the strip club, to catch me some bitches
Twelve noon I'm ridin', quarter million dollar car
Straight hood nigga feelin' like a fuckin' star
Drank Cognac smellin' like the fuckin' bar
From the looks of the watch, he must be sellin', boy
All this money homie must be a d-boy
Buy 'em by the two's, talkin' 'bout the fuckin' joy
Fuck 'em by the three's, talkin' 'bout them fuckin' whores
It 2 o'clock in the evenin', he must be unemployed
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
Big stones round my neck, VVS' hoe
Quarter million dollar whip, look like I turned pro
Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro
I be goddamn, look like I sell dope
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