Four, five, six, picking up tracks or picking up sticks
Seven, eight, nine, counting up stacks or doing the time
Whatever it is, I'm seeing this one through the side
Whatever it is, I'm waiting for you to decide
Yeah, yeah, baby, just throw up a sign
Don't give up, you'll lose it quick
Take out your phone and get a pic
Yeah, yeah, oh baby, there's no pretending that you're mine
Blowing bags just to ease my mind
Mind, mind, mi-mi—
It's not sophisticated but I like it complicated
(You'd have to be a complete fool to fold right now)
Racecar life
It's always, always gonna get you right
And we are gonna race our tracks tonight
Are you along for the ride?
So just give her a gun, gun, gun, gun
Stop, stop, now's exactly the chance to get exactly what you want
Never, never stop
Treat your song like it's a watch and rap like you're on the clock
Where you live like you've been caught
Going back just to ease my mind
Mind, mind, mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
Baby, keep it up-up
And we're out the door, shadow on our eyes
Racecar life
It's always, always gonna get you right
And we are gonna race our tracks tonight
Are you along for the ride, baby girl?
Racecar life
It's always, always gonna get you right
And we are gonna race our tracks tonight
For the ride, baby girl?
I don't care, head out the window, head out the car
At my bachelorette party, only tracks that go hard
And I need you by my side, don't care, show the scars
And I'ma look back on this time in life
Miss the girl with the bass heart