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
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, fuck your feelings, I detach them
Wonder why I had them
With her bad lungs, runnin' back to 'em
Keep coming back if I hadn't known, aren't you tired of 'em?
I don't understand why, it's probably just a habit
She run until the cash come, wonder what happened
Busy on the inside, why I got the hands up
Ride got ends, ride don't got ends
So go with your friends, well, then this sucks (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, fuck your feelings, I de-
Pilot, I've gone high, parachute, this my first
If we land in quicksand, tell em' two, I might die
Body bags, prolly 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, fuck your feelings, I de-
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Oh, west side
Oh, west side
Oh, west side