Jackson Bledsoe - Racing to the Grave

Blue lights flashings the only kind of traffic that I gotta miss
Sometimes strangers are too nice and that can be dangerous
They got all the good plugs on all of the good drugs
And they'll hook you up with it
I'm living too fast but if you ain't first you're last and I'm getting pretty quick

I'm racing to the Grave
What I made on stage I spent at the bar last night
A different woman every day leaves the drive way and I don't even tell her bye
I gotta put on my shades just to handle the day cause the sunlight hurts my eyes
Hell I'm halfway to dead and all the way in my head
I can bout see the finish line
I'm making record time
Racing to the Grave
Moonlight crashing and dark night habits keep up with me
When it comes to the good stuff a little bit is too much
And that ain't enough for me
Sometimes don't know where the white lines seem to be taking me
Hell yeah momma tried and I know Jesus died but I don't think it's saving me yeah
From racing to the Grave
What I made on stage I spent at the bar last night
A different woman every day leaves the drive way and I don't even tell her bye
I gotta put on my shades just to handle the day cause the sunlight hurts my eyes
Hell I'm halfway to dead but all the way in my head and
I can bout see the finish line
I'm making record time
Racing to the Grave

I'm racing to the Grave
What I made on stage I spent at the bar last night
A different woman every day hits the highway and I don't even tell her bye put on my shades just to handle the day cause the sunlight hurts my eyes
Hell I'm halfway to dead and all the way in my head
I can bout see the finish line
I'm making record time
Racing to the Grave

Written by:
Blake Branscom, Jackson Bledsoe, Michael Litton

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