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RACECAR Video (MV)




Performed By: Aries
Length: 2:37
Written by: Aries, Steven Kohl Cabanting




Aries - RACECAR Lyrics
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Oh yeah, oh 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 (Have none)
(One time, oh, West Side)

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
One, bag, one, f*ck your feelings, I detach them

Wonder why I had them, with her bad lungs
Running back to 'em, keep coming back if I hadn't known
Aren't you tired of running?
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

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, one, bag, one
F*ck your feelings
I de-

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

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

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
One, bag, one, f*ck your feelings, I de-

Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
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Oh yeah, oh 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 (Have none)
(One time, oh, West Side)

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
One, bag, one, f*ck your feelings, I detach them

Wonder why I had them, with her bad lungs
Running back to 'em, keep coming back if I hadn't known
Aren't you tired of running?
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

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, one, bag, one
F*ck your feelings
I de-

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

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

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
One, bag, one, f*ck your feelings, I de-

Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
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Writer: Aries, Steven Kohl Cabanting
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