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Racemode

 

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She broke my heart
She took my soul (My soul, my soul)
She taste the goods, she 'bout to float (To float)
She got me put in race mode (Race mode)
She got me put in race mode

Okay, we all live in a cheap world
Tears running my eyes down when I jumped into that V12
Locked down in the seatbelt
The paddle to the floor
Try ignore all the lies she told in my face before
I'm gon' push myself in that seat
Make that engine turn in a beast
Keep on riding n' riding till I've found my peace
Got me cool down, heated seats
Got me tripping no more
In my core
I be burning the fuel
Be burning up my whole thoughts
Like me being wrong of feeling alone
Of listen to songs that don't match my wound
Got close to the wrong
My heads getting bumped
I will never share my trust
I will never share my heart
To no one

She broke my heart
She took my soul (My soul, my soul)
She taste the goods, she 'bout to float (To float)
She got me put in race mode (Race mode)
She got me put in race mode

Feel her gripping on my throat
Got my foot up on the gas
Put the paddle to the floor
You ain't never gonna pass me
Catch me
Take off her clothes, then I switch in my modes
Put in my clip, then I lock and explode
Tryna' meddle with the fastest
She know I be winning
Where the cash is
She ain't gon' broke, thats past tense
Matter fact, classless
Devil with a heart so cold
Shorty really broke my soul
Swear she bad, like she criminal
All in my head, like subliminals
Making her way to the pinnacle
She know I'm finna blow
She wanna ride on the flight
Skirt off and hide in the night
Like driving tryna feel alive
Vibing out her on the road
Lately I been on a role
Shorty told me "GO" and I put it in race mode
If I'm at the pinnacle tell 'em I wants more
If it ain't a milly or more they got no hope
Me and my affiliates killer's and y'all broke
They know where to find me but nobody wants smoke
Bad bitch, she a weapon, yeah that chick a bombshell
Put my whip in launch mode and we fucking gonzo

She broke my heart
She took my soul (My soul, my soul)
She taste the goods, she 'bout to float (To float)
She got me put in race mode (Race mode)
She got me put in race mode

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