NASCAR

You want to be somebody

You go somewhere tonight

Meet me down in the lobby

Stay until your tears are dry

Got a hold of a rari

We can take it for a joyous ride

Quick love is a hobby

We'll escape to the other side

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Put me in overdrive

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Always want to change up side

Oooh baby girl got to slow down

Before we drift off too far

Even if waste another go around

Your my Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Yea I changed my number

I was only trying to save you from me

When it turned into summer

Every night you'd wait up for me

Got a taste of the fast life

Coke white never made me feel so live

But she told me to act right

Couldn't hear I was gone I was too high

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Put me in overdrive

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Always want to change up side

Oooh baby girl got to slow down

Before we drift off too far

Even if waste another go around

Your my Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Fast car she a NASCAR for me

Maybe we'll meet at the finish line

When we meet at the finish line

When we meet at the finish line

(At the finish, at the finish line)

Maybe we can meet at the finish line

(At the finish, at the finish line)

We have never really understood what control is. We don't see the difference between controlling oneself and strangling oneself. The control of things is not the suppression of them, but their use in a sensible and proper way. You cannot suppress sex. You cannot suppress mankind's fascination, curiosity for whatever motive in, uh, other states of consciousness than the normal. These things are eternally fascinating to human beings and will always be pursued.