Racecar
Aries Lyrics

She said I hate my day job, I don't feel it
The woman hates her boring and unsatisfying job.

I need racecar, top down to match my ceiling
She craves adventure and luxury, symbolized by a fast car with the top down.

I don't have none, have none, dollar billies in my bag
She is broke and has no money left.

One, bag, one, fuck your feelings, I detach them
She does not care about other people's emotions or opinions.

Wonder why I had them, with her bad lungs
She wonders why she has negative feelings when she is healthy.

Running back to 'em, keep coming back if I hadn't known
She keeps going back to those negative feelings even though she wishes she didn't.

Aren't you tired of running?
She questions why she keeps running from her problems.

Never understand why, probably just a habit
She does not know why she continues this pattern, maybe because it is a habit.

She run it 'til the cash come, wonder what happened
She keeps pursuing her job until she has money, but then what?

Busy on the inside, why ain't got the answer
She is busy and preoccupied but does not have the answer for her problems.

Why ain't got hands, I don't got answer
She feels powerless and unable to solve her issues.

You and your friends, wherever the bands tucked, then
She questions where her friends put their money and how they are able to afford things.

Pilot, I've gone high, parachute, this my first
She talks about taking risks and flying high for the first time.

If we land in quicksand, tell him too, I might die
She acknowledges the danger of taking risks and that it is a possibility to fail.

Body-bagged, probably glad, had that price on my head
She feels like she is being hunted or targeted for something.

Took her hand in July, couple months, fall again
She remembers a past relationship that wasn't successful despite feeling good for a couple of months.

Hate my day job, I don't feel it
She reiterates her disdain for her job.

I need racecar, top down like my ceiling
She repeats her desire for some sort of luxury or adventure.

Yeah, yeah
A casual affirmation or agreement.

Fuck your feelings
A harsh, dismissive statement towards other people's emotions.

I de-
An abrupt end to the song.

Oh, West Side
A reference to the West Side of whatever place the singer is representing or from.