RACECAR
Deaton Chris Anthony Lyrics


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In my racecar
In my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar

Everyone tell me I'm crazy
Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (yeah)
I just wanna be your lady
Rolling one up and we can get hazy
Baby, I'm a racecar driver
Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?
I get sassy like a tiger
One look at me, know what you desire

Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay

It's Daytona 500, baby
Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (bitch)
Got too many things on my plate
And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah
I'm the next AJ Ferguson
Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain
Yeah, my interior's suede
But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah
All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid (alright, okay)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
So you're telling me, this is how the girls turn up?
Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls

I'm a Nascar bitch in a nice car, bitch
Speeding to this money, call me big rich
Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce
Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice

You know I love you, I don't mean to drive you crazy
Let's keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (yeah)

Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
We're cute, but psycho
Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (yeah)

Drive to the left, drive to the right
Turn around now, y'all (okay)
Call the cops (yeah)

All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid
I be Reba in my racecar
I be Reba in my racecar

Money, getting paid




Money, getting paid
Money, getting paid

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Deaton Chris Anthony Clairo Coco & Clair Clair's song RACECAR are all about living life fast and carefree. The title itself hints at the theme of the song, as a racecar is a symbol of speed, thrill, and excitement. The persona in the song is a female racecar driver who is not afraid to take risks and go after what she wants. She is confident and unapologetic about her choices, as evidenced by the lines "Everyone tell me I'm crazy" and "I'm a Nascar bitch in a nice car, bitch."


The chorus is repetitive, with the persona repeatedly stating, "In my racecar," which serves to emphasize her love of speed and excitement. She also reveals her desire for wealth and financial stability, with lines like "All I really want is money, getting paid."


The persona's attitude is rebellious and free-spirited. She is not bogged down by societal expectations or gender roles, as seen in the lines, "Got too many things on my plate/And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah." The song also touches on themes of girl power and female empowerment, with the persona referring to herself as the "next AJ Ferguson" and highlighting the softness and strength in her appearance, with the line, "Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain."


Overall, RACECAR is an anthem of freedom, confidence, and empowerment, urging listeners to break free from the constraints of society and pursue their dreams fearlessly.


Line by Line Meaning

In my racecar
I am currently inside my racing car.


Everyone tell me I'm crazy
Many people tell me that I am crazy.


Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (yeah)
Many people do not understand why I am interested in dating someone who drives a Camry.


I just wanna be your lady
I desire to be your girlfriend.


Rolling one up and we can get hazy
If we smoke marijuana together, we can get relaxed and potentially high.


Baby, I'm a racecar driver
I have an attachment and desire to race cars.


Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?
I'm a driver who goes fast, do you need a reminder to keep up?


I get sassy like a tiger
I can be feisty and unapologetic in my behavior.


One look at me, know what you desire
With just one quick glance at my appearance, you know what you want.


It's Daytona 500, baby
This is a high-stakes race experience similar to the Daytona 500.


Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (bitch)
Stay tied up with basic tasks while I win the race.


Got too many things on my plate
I'm dealing with a lot of things either mentally, physically or emotionally.


And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah
You are too focused on physical intimacy.


I'm the next AJ Ferguson
I am the racecar driver who will be like AJ Ferguson and win many races.


Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain
I attract other girls and have soft, smooth skin like porcelain.


Yeah, my interior's suede
The interior of my car has suede material.


But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah
Although I enjoy racing and fame, my ultimate goal is to earn more money.


Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
An expression of surprise or amazement.


So you're telling me, this is how the girls turn up?
Are you trying to tell me that this kind of behavior is how girls party?


Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls
If that's the case, I'm going to stick with and party with other girls.


I'm a Nascar bitch in a nice car, bitch
I am a dominant woman in a high-end racing car.


Speeding to this money, call me big rich
I am driving fast to achieve more money; also I am rich.


Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce
I am enjoying my wealth by counting money and doing it in a Rolls Royce.


Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice
I move so fast that you fall behind; my fans take notice and holler until they lose their voice.


You know I love you, I don't mean to drive you crazy
I love you, and don't want my behavior to be the cause of your distress.


Let's keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (yeah)
Let's behave appropriately; let's drive down Peachtree safely in the fast lane.


Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where are the police officers?


We're cute, but psycho
We are adorable edging on being insane.


Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (yeah)
Just relax and let the women take the lead.


Drive to the left, drive to the right
Drive to the left or right.


Turn around now, y'all (okay)
Turn around now.


Call the cops (yeah)
Call the police.


I be Reba in my racecar
I am like Reba McEntire while driving my racing car.


Money, getting paid
I am making money.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Andrew Nicholas Georg Lovgren, Claire E, Cottrill, Claire Marie Toothhill, Deaton Chris Anthony, Taylor Rose Nave

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@kinziekohler764

LYRICS

in my racecar
in my racecar
in my racecar
in my racecar
in my racecar
in my racecar
everyone tell me how i’m crazy
picking up a boy that drives a camry, yeah
i just wanna be your lady
rollin’ one up and we can get hazy
baby i’m a racecar driver
speedy bitch catch up, need a reminder?
i get sassy like a tiger
one look at me know what you desire
alright, okay (know what you desire)
alright, okay (know what you desire)
alright, okay (know what you desire)
alright, okay
this Daytona 500 baby
tie your shoelace while i win this race, yeah (bitch!)
too many things on my plate
and your too worried β€˜bout reachin’ first base, yeah
i’m the next AJ Ferguson
girls hit me up
skin soft like porcelain
yeah my interiors suede
but all i really want is the money gettin’ paid
all i really want is money gettin paid
all i really want is money gettin paid
alright, okay
woah, woah, woah, woah
so you’re telling me this is how the girls turn up?
hm, then imma stick with the girls
i’m a nascar bitch in a nice car bitch
speedin to this money
call me big rich
countin bank roles in a Roles Royce
leave you in the dust fans scream then lose their voice
you know i love you
i don’t need to drive you crazy
let’s keep it peachy
drive down Peachtree in the fast lane
yeah
where the police at? (vroom, vroom)
where the police at? (vroom, vroom)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
where the police at? (vroom, vroom)
where the police at? (vroom, vroom)
were cute but psycho
just sit tight boy watch the girls play
drive to the left
drive to the right
turn around now y’all
call the cops
all i really want is money getting paid
all i really want is money getting paid
I be Reba in my racecar
I be Reba in my racecar
money gettin’ paid
money gettin’ paid
money gettin’ paid

yo they KILLED this. Claire in this thoπŸ₯Ί she’s a queen



@angieb867

In my racecar
In my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar
In my racecar, in my racecar

Everyone tell me I'm crazy
Picking up a boy that drives a Camry (yeah)
I just wanna be your lady
Rolling one up and we can get hazy
Baby, I'm a racecar driver
Speedy bitch, catch up, need a reminder?
I get sassy like a tiger
One look at me, know what you desire

Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay (know what you desire)
Alright, okay

It's Daytona 500, baby
Tie your shoelace while I win this race, yeah (bitch)
Got too many things on my plate
And you're too worried 'bout reaching first base, yeah
I'm the next AJ Ferguson
Girls hit me up, skin soft like porcelain
Yeah, my interior's suede
But all I really want is the money, getting paid, yeah
All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid (alright, okay)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
So you're telling me, this is how the girls turn up?
Hmm, then I'ma stick with the girls

I'm a Nascar bitch in a nice car, bitch
Speeding to this money, call me big rich
Counting bank rolls in a Rolls Royce
Leave you in the dust, fans scream and lose their voice

You know I love you, I don't mean to drive you crazy
Let's keep it peachy, drive down Peachtree in the fast lane (yeah)

Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
Where the police at? (Vroom vroom)
We're cute, but psycho
Just sit tight, boy, let the girls play (yeah)

Drive to the left, drive to the right
Turn around now, y'all (okay)
Call the cops (yeah)

All I really want is money, getting paid
All I really want is money, getting paid
I be Reba in my racecar
I be Reba in my racecar

Money, getting paid
Money, getting paid
Money, getting paid



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