paleearnhardt
What if everything around you
What
Isn't quite as it seems?
Bones
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Dead like I'm Earnhardt, dope up in the dashboard
Smokin' like a Nascar, ash on the asphalt
Dirty fingernails, two pigtails
Bitch I look like Sandra Bullock
Rollin' bones, speakin' spells
We don't like you, if you really couldn't tell
Your shows ain't shit and your flows ain't real
Your words ain't true and your style is the same
If you can't be yourself you deserve to die today
Drive away
Now my tires get to burnin'
Wheels get to turnin'
Bones get to swervin'
Now my tires get to burnin'
Wheels get to turnin'
Bones get to swervin'