Life is a race track.
If the sky falls down,
if the car loses a tire,
if the transmission bursts:
Keep driving the **** car.
You pick up the pieces and you keep going.
You are the only driver you've got.
I don't care if the car crosses the line spitting and groaning,
and falling apart.
I would rather get out and push that thing in high heels to the finish line.
Then to give up.
Keep driving the **** car.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Life is a race track.
If the sky falls down,
if the car loses a tire,
if the transmission bursts:
Keep driving the **** car.
You pick up the pieces and you keep going.
You are the only driver you've got.
I don't care if the car crosses the line spitting and groaning,
and falling apart.
I would rather get out and push that thing in high heels to the finish line.
Then to give up.
Keep driving the **** car.
#McLaren
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