"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.
Y'all is dead weight, less great, always getting second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dipping while I'm dressed in Bape
Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain't Dicaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall
Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's
I'm a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
Feeling like a hundred wars are going on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's some shit I can't excuse
Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe
You got a chance, don't blow it like how a tuba works
I plan to do, something that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Michael Rocks, hear what he saying to you
Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco Populari
The word around the city is he sit in a Ferrari
I told myself I wouldn't get it, I'm sorry
That's my bad, I party 'til my cardies get foggy
Can't keep her hands off of me, got her lock, then lost the key
Weed smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder than the Carter one
Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?
Not saying it's coming soon, but I want the real show
Get me the treatment that you getting all the heels for
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good, I'm peeling bills, I'm real as hell
I don't front, I roll blunts and papers
I don't fuck with fakers, your girl is asking me if I'mma take her
I'm straight though, you see, I'm booked up 'til April
That's mine, that's me, I take those, you tryna see some pesos
Then shake though, you get exactly what you pay for
Stop acting like you can't go, you swagging to the ankles
I feel you baby, hopefully I look familiar maybe
Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see her because
Life a cliche, it ain't a bad one
First the plane land, and then the bags come
We walking on this planet seeking action
Break a girl's heart, sorry Miss Jackson
Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see her because
And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top
And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top
I'm so high, won't you think about that babe
On some other shit that tend to make me act crazy
15 thousand, blow it on clothes
6 in the morning, still sitting here throwed
I'm buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home
Buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home
I tend to race ahead of pace, dipping while I'm dressed in Bape
Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain't Dicaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall
Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's
I'm a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
Feeling like a hundred wars are going on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's some shit I can't excuse
Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe
You got a chance, don't blow it like how a tuba works
I plan to do, something that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Michael Rocks, hear what he saying to you
Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco Populari
The word around the city is he sit in a Ferrari
I told myself I wouldn't get it, I'm sorry
That's my bad, I party 'til my cardies get foggy
Can't keep her hands off of me, got her lock, then lost the key
Weed smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder than the Carter one
Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?
Not saying it's coming soon, but I want the real show
Get me the treatment that you getting all the heels for
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good, I'm peeling bills, I'm real as hell
I don't front, I roll blunts and papers
I don't fuck with fakers, your girl is asking me if I'mma take her
I'm straight though, you see, I'm booked up 'til April
That's mine, that's me, I take those, you tryna see some pesos
Then shake though, you get exactly what you pay for
Stop acting like you can't go, you swagging to the ankles
I feel you baby, hopefully I look familiar maybe
Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see her because
Life a cliche, it ain't a bad one
First the plane land, and then the bags come
We walking on this planet seeking action
Break a girl's heart, sorry Miss Jackson
Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see her because
And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top
And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top
I'm so high, won't you think about that babe
On some other shit that tend to make me act crazy
15 thousand, blow it on clothes
6 in the morning, still sitting here throwed
I'm buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home
Buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Aliens Fighting Robots Lyrics as written by Malcom Mccormick Brandon Rudolph
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Fast Car
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@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
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Plastic Bag
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“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.