racecar v1

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, 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 in my bag Run— bag, run, fuck your f— [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, busy with her bad lungs Running back to 'em, show no pity, but I had some Runnin', fuck the asthma 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? Why ain't got answer? Wish you were dead, why ain't got answer? [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, have none [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— 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