Crooked Eye - Fastcar(Freestyle) lyrics

Fast Car (Freestyle) Lyrics by Crooked I 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 n***a 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 f**ing 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 f**, at least a n***a saw some c notes Didn't get caught, cops sh** me loss…dream … mama left town, I didn't wanan go So I stayed in the b**h, 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 Mathew Knowles 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 f** you bring me back to this whack situation Back to reality, no salary, pockets low calorie f**, can't live my whole life like this and suffer losses That's when it hit me, circle the f**ing 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