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I wish I had a race car To pick up on my pace are You sick of fucking waiting for Me to grow up and change Cause I'm always staying up late Sneaking in the back gate All my friends so sick of telling me to call it quits They say the grass is always greener but then then how I would I know? I got a thousand voices in my head But I'm still alone I said I'm sorry I'm a downer, tell me more 'bout yourself Like your 9 to 5, your suit and tie Your picket fence, and apple pie I don't wanna do this anymore then I have too Dinner party, gin, barcardi, tell me what's new with you? I'm sorry, but I seem to have misplaced what I gotta prove My smile a front, a target on my back I wish I had a race car To pick up on my pace are You sick of fucking waiting for Me to grow up and change Cause I'm always staying up late Sneaking in the back gate All my friends so sick of telling me to call it quits They say the journey's always better on a yellow brick road But my mind is running circles while my corpse's stuck at home I said I'm sorry I'm dramatic, tell me more 'bout your job Like your shitty boss, your quirky socks Your uncles yacht and crypto stocks I'm fed up cus I know you got no faith in me So fuck off, with your bullshit apology I need more then your pretty little life With your trouble and strife, I know you're all dead inside so So I keep it on the back burn Hope one day it's my turn I gave it all so I fuck I really hope that this it I wish I had a race car To pick up on my pace are You sick of fucking waiting for Me to grow up and change Cause I'm always staying up late Sneaking in the back gate All my friends so sick of telling me to Call it quits But It's better being different Than wishing all your time spent On chasing something that you never ever wanna be So I keep it on the back burn Hope one day it's my turn I gave it all so I fuck I really hope that this it