RACECAR

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh yeah, oh yeah She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it" I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling I don't have none (Have none), dollar billies (Have none) (One time) [Chorus] She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it" I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling I don't have none, have none, dollar billies in my bag Run, bag, run, fuck your feelings, I detach them [Verse 1] Wonder why I had them, with her bad lungs Running back to 'em, keep coming back if I hadn't known Aren't you tired of running— Never understand why, probably just a habit She run it 'til the cash come, wonder what happened Busy on the inside, why ain't got the answer Why ain't got hands, I don't got answer You and your friends, wherever the bands tucked, then— [Chorus] She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it" I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling I don't have none, have none Dollar billies in my bag, run, bag, run Fuck your feelings I de— [Verse 2] Pilot, I've gone high, parachute, this my first If we land in quicksand, tell him too, I might die Body-bagged, probably glad, had that price on my head Took her hand in July, couple months, fall again [Pre-Chorus] Hate my day job, I don't feel it I need racecar, top down like my ceiling I don't have none, have none Yeah, yeah [Chorus] She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it" I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling I don't have none, have none, dollar billies in my bag Run, bag, run, fuck your feelings, I de—