Qp Zeroh

My haste, we [?] race
Taste my guts, must [?]
Sunshades on my face to shut these draws
That I [?] gaze
Nike socks, yogi sleeping [?] there, the wings want a top
My head is not blacked out
[?], pressure, the box blocking
All week everything
Backpack one good strap
Ragtag bands, bland beanie cap
[?] seats in the Cadillac
Ragtime, cop pig mask
Steering with a wheel wood wax
Alternate fabric, wig that's cross stitch
Garage flow with old catch
Speakers match, in fact
All hill up, everything
Even the white wall, white widow
Willy wonka in the whip, that willow
Tonka truck, turn up back in fields
And mow rows in columns
That fit in your ear hole
Create a place you can take a career more
In the mirror with the gears [?]
Fire walk around here with the [?]-
Woah, woah, woah, woah