NASCAR Lyrics

Bitch Im dancing with a paper cup

Feeling like Im earning all my bad luck

Alway running with the gangsters

Always chilling with the rastas

Fuck this shit is in a major par

Mix them bitches up like coleslaw

Shawty see me like an outlaw

Me and your boy we took it outdoors

Man I move drastic even if they don't stand it

Smoke the fumes & do magic

Stay true, yeah I never panic

On all those hungry MF's hope they brought a sandwich

Don't zone too close to the damage

I don't plan this shit its automatic

Stranger wouldn't understand it

Brain is far from this planet

Cause Im lifted

Im lifted, Im lifted

I lift it

Cause Im lifted

Im lifted, Im lifted

Im lifted

All that counting got a paper cut

& all that doubting never really stuck

Always running with gangsters

Always chilling with the rastas

Bad scars & a nasty car

Vroom vroom like a superstar

& if ya'll see me as the outlaw

Well then you really should get out more

But...

Don't zone too close to the damage

I don't plan this shit its automatic

Stranger wouldn't understand it

Brain is far from this planet

Don't zone too close to the damage

I don't plan this shit its automatic

Stranger wouldn't understand it

Lift the bar by all standards