Ay,Guy lyrics by XFilesX. Fuck fake race cars, and fuck their drivers. Their driving me insane. Parking lots filled with trash justifying wasted cash. Your...
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Fuck fake race cars,
and fuck their drivers.
Their driving me insane.
Parking lots filled with trash justifying wasted cash.
Your life is a fucking joke.
Throw some rims on that piece of shit
and pretend your not broke.
(repeat)
Your life is a fucking joke.
Throw some rims on that piece of shit
and pretend your not broke.
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