Don't Race Jesus on a Speedboat

Speeding cross the ocean Jesus runs right past
Turns water into whisky just to fill up my glass
He sprints the the breakers makes me look like a fool
I wish they'd taught me this shit back in Sunday school

Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last

Don't need no jet ski don't need no fuel
All he needs is a pair of shades and a shirt that says carpenters
You might think he's full of himself you might think he's rude
But when a crazy motherfucker turns a lake into wine
You know he's my dude

Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last

You might not believe me you might say I lie
You might say I was hallucinating from being way too high
But I remember it as clear as day the day he ran right past
The day I raced Jesus on a speedboat man that was a blast

Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last



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Writer(s): Kryssie T
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