racecar v2 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, f*ck 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, f*ck your feelings, I detach them

[Verse 1]
Wonder why I had them, with her bad lungs
Running back to ’em, can I have some?
Runnin', f*ck 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? I don't got answer
You and your friends, wherever the bands tucked, then—

[Chorus]
She said, "I hate my (Hate my) day job, I don't feel it"
I need racecar (Vroom vroom), top down to match my ceiling
I don't have none, have none
Dollar billies in my bag, run, bag, run
f*ck 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

[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, f*ck your feelings, I de—