"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.
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work (work), work (work)
Work (work), work (work), work (work), work (work)
Work (get it, get it, get it)
Ayy, haha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work it like a boss
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
That's what everybody and they mama wan' do
Whomp whomp whomp, remote please, mute
You can have your pennies and your two cent 'tude
(Oh my God that's so messed up, how dare she say that in a song)
(Anti-fem, she's so wrong, I'm gonna post this on my blog)
Take a hike, matter fact, jog
I've been running, what took so long?
I've been gunning for the top, boy stop
I've been reviving this thing, Ben Taub
If you took it upon yourself to take your self so literal
You missing on the minerals to liberate your inner liberal
Generally I don't give a rat's patootie, but you pursued me
So here's my battle cry against those who slew me, who never knew me
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big girl
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-small world
Okay, aha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss
Do I need to re-remind you
That you sipping from the C-H-A-L-I-C-E
And I'm doing all this for the W-E? Go
Pushing dirt for the turf like a workaholic
But your worth cop a shirt 'cause your work is na-na
Niggas can't pay rent, putting hustle in their mou-mou
Hood rats for the racks, put a stack when they can do
Slack and I have to attack and offend you
Smashing these tracks, and that's what I'm into
Lookin like a girl 'cause I'm keeping it youthful
Such a freakin lady, classy and beautiful
Thinking like a man, for those who don't understand
Is having two grips to gain the upper hand
If you had the courage to give me reprimand to my face
Instead of slight of hand, you the man
Yeah
(My employees no-I-me)
Leggo
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work, work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss
Yep, yep
Laserbeams
Work ain't a holiday
Ha, motherfucky
Work, work, work (work), work (work)
Work (work), work (work), work (work), work (work)
Work (get it, get it, get it)
Ayy, haha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work it like a boss
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
That's what everybody and they mama wan' do
Whomp whomp whomp, remote please, mute
You can have your pennies and your two cent 'tude
(Oh my God that's so messed up, how dare she say that in a song)
(Anti-fem, she's so wrong, I'm gonna post this on my blog)
Take a hike, matter fact, jog
I've been running, what took so long?
I've been gunning for the top, boy stop
I've been reviving this thing, Ben Taub
If you took it upon yourself to take your self so literal
You missing on the minerals to liberate your inner liberal
Generally I don't give a rat's patootie, but you pursued me
So here's my battle cry against those who slew me, who never knew me
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big girl
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-small world
Okay, aha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss
Do I need to re-remind you
That you sipping from the C-H-A-L-I-C-E
And I'm doing all this for the W-E? Go
Pushing dirt for the turf like a workaholic
But your worth cop a shirt 'cause your work is na-na
Niggas can't pay rent, putting hustle in their mou-mou
Hood rats for the racks, put a stack when they can do
Slack and I have to attack and offend you
Smashing these tracks, and that's what I'm into
Lookin like a girl 'cause I'm keeping it youthful
Such a freakin lady, classy and beautiful
Thinking like a man, for those who don't understand
Is having two grips to gain the upper hand
If you had the courage to give me reprimand to my face
Instead of slight of hand, you the man
Yeah
(My employees no-I-me)
Leggo
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work, work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss
Yep, yep
Laserbeams
Work ain't a holiday
Ha, motherfucky
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
W.E.R.K. Pt. II Lyrics as written by Melissa Viviane Jefferson Aaron Matthew Mader
Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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