NASCAR

Just tell me what I wanna hear
I'm a couple drinks down and I'm shifting gears
Problems with me over the years
Wiping up all of those fucking tears

But I ride her, ride her like a Nascar
Even when I'm down here, I don't need no pastor
All of my friends are bastards, all of my friends are bastards
We're fucking no attachments, but I'm still attached here

She wanna judge me by my fucking taste, my fucking taste
And I put shit on your fucking plate, your fucking plate
Last year was such a fucking rake, a fucking rake
Pray the government don't take my cash, I don't have none!
Things been going downhill fast, since my car-crash
Really wanna bust my ass over a girlfriend?
Says she never had a boy since a girlfriend

But I ride her, ride her like a Nascar
Even when I'm down here, I don't need no pastor
All of my friends are bastards, all of my friends are bastards
We're fucking no attachments, but I'm still attached here



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Stene
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