RACECAR

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

One time (oh, west side)

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 one

Bag one, fuck your feelings, I detach them

Wonder why I had them

With her bad lungs, runnin' back to 'em

Keep coming back if I hadn't known, aren't you tired of 'em?

I don't understand why, it's probably just a habit

She run until the cash come, wonder what happened

Busy on the inside, why I got the hands up

Ride got ends, ride don't got ends

So go with your friends, well, then this sucks (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 one

Bag one, fuck your feelings, I de-

Pilot, I've gone high, parachute, this my first

If we land in quicksand, tell em' two, I might die

Body bags, prolly glad, had that price on my head

Took her hand, in July, couple months, fall again

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

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 one

Bag one, fuck your feelings, I de-

Oh, west side

Oh, west side

Oh, west side