Raceway

My friends think I'm high, all the fucking time

Even though I lie, lie and lie and lie

Tell 'em I'm okay, tell 'em I am fine

If I wasn't good that day, I would try and hide

Ima say the word, we should swerve down that bitch

Go around a curve and then I'm gonna go and drive that bitch

Found a tree and Ima wrap around that shit

Die wit' me and tell me you are fine wit' it (Followed him, uh, huh, shot at him)

I took shots at him, huh, wit' a lot of 'em, huh

Wit' my sorrow and, huh, wit' the lives I'm in and shit