Aries - ​​racecar v2

{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—

{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, fuck your feelings, i de—