Karaoké ‘68 Fastback Zach Bryan

Take my soul

Take my heart

Tear me apart

If I'm good for anything it's all of this suffering so use me for parts

To you I'm just salvage

I ain't ran right in years

So drive me then gut me

Deceive and fuck me then disappear

Well take all my jokes and tell them to them

And act like you're someone that could be someone worth loving

And steal all the good parts you found in me

Yeah you'll sell 'em quick

Yeah you'll sell 'em cheap

Hey you'll give 'em for free

But I cleaned all my pistons

I'm running on ninety-one

And I'm piecing myself back off the shelf one by one

And now I've got a driver who chooses the high road

They don't use me for scraps or throw my ass back when I hit potholes

And I'm flying down freeways

Going one-seventeen

And a sixty-eight Fastback looks like a hatchback racing me

I believe that you cannot tear down what's built up strong now thankfully

Oh I believe that you cannot teardown what's built up strong now thankfully

And I'm flying down freeways

Going one-seventeen

And a sixty-eight Fastback looks like a hatchback next to me