Tracy Chapman - Fast Car ππππ΅π΅π΅πΈπΉπΆπΆ
So I remember we were
driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I
was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice
wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I
belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be
someone, be someone, be someone.