Crooked I - Fast Car Remix lyrics

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Ft. Tracy Chapman

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away

You gotta make a decision

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Maybe we'll make something

But me myself I got nothing to prove

Riding on the bus, a nigger broke

I wish I was invisible, I need a cloak

Everybody staring, feeling eyes from a far

Even if they ain’t man I still think they are

Looking for them jobs, 100 in a week

Couldn’t find one now I’m on government relief

Told a case worker man

I’m living in a rat trap,

And everything I fucking own

Is right here in this backpack

Let me backtrack

See I dropped out of school early

Tried to make the chronic … sack crack

Customers right up, money divide up

I helped my mama pay some bills,

Then my hustle dried up

Fuck, at least a nigger saw some c notes

Didn’t get caught, cops shit me loss…dream

… mama left town, I didn’t wanan go

So I stayed in the bitch, living on my homie’s floor

Had my shoes stacked next to me

Had a smith and Wesson .38 revolver for the east side is testing me

I had a little flow but I didn’t know, a man few knows to help a child with his destiny

So it was left to me, had to do it all

Homelessness, hunger, I went through it all

I need inspiration, I’m walking to the mall

I stole cd’s man it’s time to evolve

Hard times when you gone I’ma miss you

I can’t wait to spending money’s not an issue

The train stops … benz dealership

And I be talking to them cars like yeah, I’ma get you

Dreaming about a fast while the train’s racing

The cops woke me up at the PCA station

Asked for my ticket, damn that dream was vivid

Fuck you bring me back to this whack situation

Back to reality, no salary, pockets low calorie

Fuck, can’t live my whole life like this and suffer losses

That’s when it hit me, circle the fucking bosses

Fast forward to now we went down town

To the fasten district and just bought us another office

Not enough time to tell the whole story

But … no nuts no glory

Plus I’m using music like a fine art

Your fines with the …cause it’s hard to find art in yours

I put my heart in every line, wanna stop Crooked’s heart

Rip his notebook apart, peace

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away

You gotta make a decision

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Maybe we'll make something

But me myself I got nothing to prove.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei