Lyrics

Gas to the peddle
Swerving to instrumentals
Trying to stay on track
Ain't got time lay in a maybach
Some live in a fast lane
Drive by names
Fast pace games
Just for the fame
Easily switching lanes
New year still stuck In that first gear
Yea burning the clutch trying to steer
Speakers to loud can't hear
The sirens following hollering
honoring
Pull over, get over
Look at the brakes faltering
Now they calling in
Ignoring the warnings they offering
Nerves of mazaroti around curves
Swerve
burnt rubber heard
Disturbed birds in their environment
Rims on the Bentley slightly bent
Bad decisions the consequence
Of a left turn the rubber burnt
Tires turn,heard passing horns
Warns the excess of the norm
Clocking 150 tank nearly on empty
Weather slightly windy
A Race to the enemy
Lost entities



Hook
go faster
Gotta have her
Just slaves following their master
Go after
What matters
Fame is the only thing they after

Speed, speed
Speed gotta gotta speed

Verse 2

Foot on the clutch
Stuck
Moving these gears
Reckless endangerment taking years
No regard for the consequences
No senses just senseless
No hope defenseless
No seat belt
Pain felt
gotta get it fast though
High octane pushing limits
In these seconds no minutes
The pace seems infinite
Every turn is intricate
No breaks
No mistakes
No stops
Engine on hot
The drive train is his name
Determined to win this game
Wanting everything this race brings
The watches and the rings
Listen to the engine sing
90 to 105
Forget the test drive
125 now pushing 195
Survive
Thats the question
But the pedal still pressed in
Legs getting restless
Control helpless
Reflection off the glass saying
One last dash
Yellow lights flash
Red lights passed
It's All about the cash
Despite the crash