Exploring the pressures of modern life, this lyrical composition delves into the struggle of dissatisfaction with mundane routines and the yearning for freedom and excitement. The protagonist expresses discontentment with their day job, symbolic of a monotonous lifestyle, and desires a 'racecar', representing an escape to a thrilling, fast-paced life. The recurring phrase "I don't have none" emphasizes financial struggles, further complicating their pursuit of liberation. The line "fuck your feelings, I detach them" suggests emotional detachment as a coping mechanism to handle disappointments. The repeated reference to "West Side" could indicate a specific geographical aspiration or simply signify an idealized place of escape. Overall, the song encapsulates the universal human longing for change and the internal conflicts that arise in its pursuit.
RACECAR
Lyrics
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, fuck 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
Fuck 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, fuck your feelings, I de-
Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
Oh, West Side
Writer(s): Aries, Steven Kohl Cabanting
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid
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