Fast Cars (feat. Sin) - Jim Jones

My cell is ringing No ID I need to know who's calling My garden's overgrown I go out on my belly crawling I got CCTV, pornography, CNBC I got the nightly news To get to know the enemy All I want is a picture of you All I want is to get right next to you All I want is your face in a locket Picture in my pocket I take a pill to stop it I know these fast cars Will do me no good I'm going nowhere Where I am it is a lot of fun They're in the desert to dismantle an atomic bomb I watch them channel hop Check the stocks I'm in detox I want the lot of what you've got If what you've got can make this stop All I want is a picture of you All I want is to be right next to you All I want is your picture in a locket Your face in my pocket Take a pill to stop it I know these fast cars Will do me no good Don't you worry about your mind Don't you worry about your mind Don't you worry about your mind Don't you worry about your mind You should worry about the day That the pain it goes away You know I miss mine sometimes There is no fiction That will truly fit the situation I'm documenting every detail Every conversation I'm not used to talking to somebody in their body Look, there's somebody in a body, somebody in a body

They're nice and precise Each one begins and ends They may win you admirers But they'll never earn you friends Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars They're so depressing Going 'round and 'round Ooh, they make me dizzy Oh, fast cars they run me down Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars Sooner or later You're gonna listen to Ralph Nader I don't wanna cause a fuss But fast cars are so dangerous Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars

Starin' at you takin' off your makeup Wondering why you even put it on I know you think you do, but baby, you don't need it Wish that you could see what I see when it's gone I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is A t-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch That river was cold but we gave love a chance Yeah, to me You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank, first time feeling, oh Yeah, smile and shake your head As if you don't believe me I'll just sit right here and let you take me back I'm on that gravel road, look at me On my way to pick you up You're standing on the front porch Looking just like that, remember that (oh, just like that) I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is A t-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch That river was cold but we gave love a chance Yeah, to me You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank, first time feeling, yeah, yeah I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank, first-time feeling I see a dust trail following an old red Nova (no, no, no) Baby, blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom, oh (T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch) that sunset, on that river bank That river was cold but we gave love a chance, oh That first time feeling, yeah, yeah You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)