​​racecar v2 Aries

[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, fuck 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, fuck 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', 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 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, 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—