RACECAR V2
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β±οΈ 2:40 duration
π ID: 11309702
π Lyrics
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, runβ bag, run
fuck your fβ, 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 back run, back run
Fuck your feelings, I detach them
Wonder why I had them
With her bad lungs
Runnin' back to em'
can I have 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 I ain't got the answer
Why I ain't got hands
I don't got answer
You and your friends
wherever the bands tucked, thenβ
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, runβ bag, run
Fuck your feelings, I deβ
Pilot, I've gone high
Parachute, this my first
If we land in quicksand
tell him too, I might die
Body-bagged, prolly glad
Had that price on my head
Took her hand, in July
Couple months, fall again
Hate my day job
Don't feel it, I need racecar
Top down to match 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 need-
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, runβ bag, run
fuck your fβ, 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 back run, back run
Fuck your feelings, I detach them
Wonder why I had them
With her bad lungs
Runnin' back to em'
can I have 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 I ain't got the answer
Why I ain't got hands
I don't got answer
You and your friends
wherever the bands tucked, thenβ
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, runβ bag, run
Fuck your feelings, I deβ
Pilot, I've gone high
Parachute, this my first
If we land in quicksand
tell him too, I might die
Body-bagged, prolly glad
Had that price on my head
Took her hand, in July
Couple months, fall again
Hate my day job
Don't feel it, I need racecar
Top down to match 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 need-
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.92] Yeah, yeah
[00:07.40] she said I hate my day job I don't feel it, I need racecar
[00:13.00] Top down to match my ceiling I don't have none, have none
[00:18.00] Dollar billies in my bag, runβ bag, run
[00:22.99] fuck your fβ, she said I hate my day job
[00:26.50] I don't feel it, I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling
[00:31.00] I don't have none, have none dollar billies in my back run, back run
[00:38.00] Fuck your feelings, I detach them
[00:41.00] Wonder why I had them
[00:43.00] With her bad lungs
[00:46.00] Runnin' back to em'
[00:48.00] can I have some? Runnin', fuck the asthma
[00:51.00] Never understand why
[00:53.00] Probably just a habit
[00:55.00] She run it 'til the cash come
[00:57.00] wonder what happened
[00:59.00] Busy on the inside
[01:01.00] Why I ain't got the answer
[01:03.00] Why I ain't got hands
[01:05.00] I don't got answer
[01:07.00] You and your friends
[01:09.00] wherever the bands tucked, thenβ
[01:11.00] Yeah, yeah, she said I hate my day job
[01:15.00] I don't feel it, I need racecar
[01:17.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[01:19.00] I don't have none, have none
[01:23.00] Dollar billies in my bag, runβ bag, run
[01:27.00] Fuck your feelings, I deβ
[01:29.00] Pilot, I've gone high
[01:31.00] Parachute, this my first
[01:33.00] If we land in quicksand
[01:35.00] tell him too, I might die
[01:37.00] Body-bagged, prolly glad
[01:39.00] Had that price on my head
[01:41.00] Took her hand, in July
[01:43.00] Couple months, fall again
[01:45.00] Hate my day job
[01:47.00] Don't feel it, I need racecar
[01:51.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[01:53.00] I don't have none, have none
[01:59.00] Yeah, yeah, she said I hate my day job
[02:03.00] I don't feel it, I need racecar
[02:07.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[02:10.00] I don't have none, have none
[02:12.00] Dollar billies in my bag run, bag run
[02:16.00] Fuck your feelings
[02:19.00] I need-
[02:23.00]
[00:07.40] she said I hate my day job I don't feel it, I need racecar
[00:13.00] Top down to match my ceiling I don't have none, have none
[00:18.00] Dollar billies in my bag, runβ bag, run
[00:22.99] fuck your fβ, she said I hate my day job
[00:26.50] I don't feel it, I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling
[00:31.00] I don't have none, have none dollar billies in my back run, back run
[00:38.00] Fuck your feelings, I detach them
[00:41.00] Wonder why I had them
[00:43.00] With her bad lungs
[00:46.00] Runnin' back to em'
[00:48.00] can I have some? Runnin', fuck the asthma
[00:51.00] Never understand why
[00:53.00] Probably just a habit
[00:55.00] She run it 'til the cash come
[00:57.00] wonder what happened
[00:59.00] Busy on the inside
[01:01.00] Why I ain't got the answer
[01:03.00] Why I ain't got hands
[01:05.00] I don't got answer
[01:07.00] You and your friends
[01:09.00] wherever the bands tucked, thenβ
[01:11.00] Yeah, yeah, she said I hate my day job
[01:15.00] I don't feel it, I need racecar
[01:17.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[01:19.00] I don't have none, have none
[01:23.00] Dollar billies in my bag, runβ bag, run
[01:27.00] Fuck your feelings, I deβ
[01:29.00] Pilot, I've gone high
[01:31.00] Parachute, this my first
[01:33.00] If we land in quicksand
[01:35.00] tell him too, I might die
[01:37.00] Body-bagged, prolly glad
[01:39.00] Had that price on my head
[01:41.00] Took her hand, in July
[01:43.00] Couple months, fall again
[01:45.00] Hate my day job
[01:47.00] Don't feel it, I need racecar
[01:51.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[01:53.00] I don't have none, have none
[01:59.00] Yeah, yeah, she said I hate my day job
[02:03.00] I don't feel it, I need racecar
[02:07.00] Top down to match my ceiling
[02:10.00] I don't have none, have none
[02:12.00] Dollar billies in my bag run, bag run
[02:16.00] Fuck your feelings
[02:19.00] I need-
[02:23.00]