Lyrics

Desperate times call for desperate measures i heard a wise man say Cuz in the case of certain danger you can't afford to look away Lock eyes with the rival Don't compromise survival you're sure to have the upper hand Put your foot through the floor, hear the engine roar Dropping gears at the drop of a hand Gotta get some space between him and me The finish line is all I want to see You'll be waiting there on the other side And then you're in for a hell of a ride And I've never really been a desperate man White knuckled cluttching the wheel but I'm always in command Make a pass with my foot on the gas floor it out of the gate Ya don't understand I'm not the kind of man to leave things up to fate Gotta get some space between him and me The finish line is all I want to see You'll be waiting there on the other side And then you're in for a hell of a ride It's a hell of a ride Desperate times call for desperate measures i heard a wise man say Cuz in the case of certain danger you can't afford to look away Lock eyes with the rival Don't compromise survival you're sure to have the upper hand Put your foot through the floor, hear the engine roar Dropping gears at the drop of a hand Gotta get some space between him and me The finish line is all I want to see You'll be waiting there on the other side And then you're in for a hell of a ride.
Writer(s): Phillip Vaughn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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