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You don't know all the things that I've seen Nice cars, these guys know how to dream If I'm not just cruisin', then I'm burnin' rubber Like there is no other Four-wheel traction, lights and spoiler Smooth road, rough road, let's just roll Double exhaust both ready to blow Rev that gasket, ready, steady, go! Zingin' to 100 in four-point-oh seconds Look at me, what do you reckon? Distinct body light, stylised plate Globally accepted premier competitive Engine V10, 5-5 loaded Push my pedals, watch me, explosive Shooting down the motorway, switching lanes, overtake Speed dial, interface, sick skins, interchange Feeling hard, pick a place, connoisseur lovers Hard drivers, come and choose your colours Hard top, soft top, hatchback, covers Embroidered horses and bonnets and head rests Wear in engines, articulated noises Need no D-Tone, horsepower forces What I'm talkin' bout is known in courses (Courses, courses, courses, courses) Feel the rush, feel the adrenaline When you flyin' fast and you wishin' it was permanent Feel the rush, feel the adrenaline When you flyin' fast and you wishin' it was permanent Feel the rush, feel the adrenaline When you breakin' fast 'cause you see no way to Heaven Feel the rush, feel the adrenaline Feel the rush, feel the adrenaline You don't know all the things that I've seen Under the stars and under the green You don't know the places I've been More roads while passin' the trees Still, I'm very far from done Many valleys still to see Many counties made for see Cruising countries overseas One, two, three, four Ready to blow, ready to go Ready to kick down, lick down roads Ready to earn then burn then miss Wanna test this? How ya liking six? Still got many moves and appear into the mist Steady on the climb with the big Blue Six Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em Under the rain, under the snow Under us all, I can move, let's go Under the force, under the horse I can move on any course, let's roll I can take on anyone, let's roll I can take on anything, let's go Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em Turn 'em, turn 'em, turn 'em, turn 'em Singin', livin' That's how I'm zippin' Every time the last Got me open when I'm winnin' Switchin', trippin' That's how I'm kickin' Boss of a cars 'cause I'm fast now, winning Steppin', reppin' That's what I'm doin' Tearin' on the steerin' While the others try to fit in Bein', sweatin', that's what's givin' The difference of the game But I kill the competition Thank you for calling it Yeah, and now And I'm heading to Our secret admirers
Writer(s): Robert Bullough, Nolan Weekes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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