Aries - RACECAR lyrics
[Aries - RACECAR lyrics]
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)
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
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
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
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
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
Run bag, run, fuck your feelings, I de
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)
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
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
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
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
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
Run bag, run, fuck your feelings, I de