RACECAR

She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it

I need RACECAR, top down to match my ceilin'

I don't have none dollar billies"

One time

She said, "I hate my day job, I don't feel it

I need RACECAR, top down to match my ceilin'

I don't have none, have none

Dollar billies in my bag"

One, bag one, fuck your feelin's

I detach them

Wonder why I had them

With her bad lungs

Runnin' back to 'em

Keep comin' back if I hadn't known

Aren't you tired of runnin'?

Understand why, probably just a habit

She run until the cash come

Wonder why I had one

Busy on the inside

Well I 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 ceilin'

I don't have none, have none

Dollar billies in my bag"

One, bag one, fuck your feelin's

I need

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 mouths, fall again

Hate my day job, I don't feel it

I need RACECAR, top down like my ceilin'

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 ceilin'

I don't have none, have none

Dollar billies in my bag"

One, bag one, fuck your feelin's

I need