’68 Fastback Lyrics – Zach Bryan

[Verse: 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 f**k 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 chеap
Hey, you'll give 'em for free
But I clеaned all my pistons
I'm running on 91
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 as* back
When I hit potholes

[Chorus: Zach Bryan]
And I'm flying down freeways
Going one-seventeen
And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
Racing me

[Bridge: Zach Bryan]
Ah, I believe
You cannot tear down
What's built up strong now, Thankfully
Oh, I believe
That you cannot tear down
What's built up strong now
Thankfully

[Chorus: Zach Bryan]
And I'm flying down freeways
Going one-seventeen
And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
Next to me