I wanna caddy for my paddy with the lever stuck
I won't tell no one if you decide your knees are stuck
Rip around the corner I got gas to tank
I know you'll notice when I pull the switch and pass the bank
34 miles in a kiddy zone, living' life reckless, legless
Foot in the door I'll take your best for this
Leaving my soul, I'm leaving Memphis
God be grinning a shilling, my love for corn-fed Texas
Send my regards to the church, doin well, not for long
Same with me, I'm holding out but in the wrong ways
Looking forth like I'm looking downgrade
Don't want this always
I'm accepting of my fate but is this my way
Of saving word for the day
And staying out of their way, do I agree
With what I say
Bank account looking like my gas tank
I gotta ride around with caution like I pass 'caine
I know I don't do a lot for my last name
But its okay, as long as I'm living life in the fast lane
Because the higher the speedometer read the faster the clock tick
And I'm getting older everyday, gotta figure my options
I'm running like somebody filled my engine with water
I should probably get a new starter, couldn't hit it any harder
When the road flows, I keep pace but still dealing with gears skipping
Burn out an irreplaceable clutch, get the news written
I need a pick me up
Grade me up to delivery truck
Without handing another dollar, you never gave it a f*ck
I'm living off of my luck and I think it's bout to run up
But I'm hoping that my insurance will cover up what they f*cked up
Seems like it's the only way to get my mileage up
Without beating myself up over shit that I can't fix
I'm wondering if there's a better way to get my fix
When all of this is self-inflicted but I couldn't see who did it
Theres a candle waiting, I hope that you already lit it
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I wanna caddy for my paddy with the lever stuck
I won't tell no one if you decide your knees are stuck
Rip around the corner I got gas to tank
I know you'll notice when I pull the switch and pass the bank
34 miles in a kiddy zone, living' life reckless, legless
Foot in the door I'll take your best for this
Leaving my soul, I'm leaving Memphis
God be grinning a shilling, my love for corn-fed Texas
Send my regards to the church, doin well, not for long
Same with me, I'm holding out but in the wrong ways
Looking forth like I'm looking downgrade
Don't want this always
I'm accepting of my fate but is this my way
Of saving word for the day
And staying out of their way, do I agree
With what I say
Bank account looking like my gas tank
I gotta ride around with caution like I pass 'caine
I know I don't do a lot for my last name
But its okay, as long as I'm living life in the fast lane
Because the higher the speedometer read the faster the clock tick
And I'm getting older everyday, gotta figure my options
I'm running like somebody filled my engine with water
I should probably get a new starter, couldn't hit it any harder
When the road flows, I keep pace but still dealing with gears skipping
Burn out an irreplaceable clutch, get the news written
I need a pick me up
Grade me up to delivery truck
Without handing another dollar, you never gave it a f*ck
I'm living off of my luck and I think it's bout to run up
But I'm hoping that my insurance will cover up what they f*cked up
Seems like it's the only way to get my mileage up
Without beating myself up over shit that I can't fix
I'm wondering if there's a better way to get my fix
When all of this is self-inflicted but I couldn't see who did it
Theres a candle waiting, I hope that you already lit it
I won't tell no one if you decide your knees are stuck
Rip around the corner I got gas to tank
I know you'll notice when I pull the switch and pass the bank
34 miles in a kiddy zone, living' life reckless, legless
Foot in the door I'll take your best for this
Leaving my soul, I'm leaving Memphis
God be grinning a shilling, my love for corn-fed Texas
Send my regards to the church, doin well, not for long
Same with me, I'm holding out but in the wrong ways
Looking forth like I'm looking downgrade
Don't want this always
I'm accepting of my fate but is this my way
Of saving word for the day
And staying out of their way, do I agree
With what I say
Bank account looking like my gas tank
I gotta ride around with caution like I pass 'caine
I know I don't do a lot for my last name
But its okay, as long as I'm living life in the fast lane
Because the higher the speedometer read the faster the clock tick
And I'm getting older everyday, gotta figure my options
I'm running like somebody filled my engine with water
I should probably get a new starter, couldn't hit it any harder
When the road flows, I keep pace but still dealing with gears skipping
Burn out an irreplaceable clutch, get the news written
I need a pick me up
Grade me up to delivery truck
Without handing another dollar, you never gave it a f*ck
I'm living off of my luck and I think it's bout to run up
But I'm hoping that my insurance will cover up what they f*cked up
Seems like it's the only way to get my mileage up
Without beating myself up over shit that I can't fix
I'm wondering if there's a better way to get my fix
When all of this is self-inflicted but I couldn't see who did it
Theres a candle waiting, I hope that you already lit it
Writer: Breydan Pritchett, Mason Sherk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid