Lyrics:
Reel girls get down on the floor
Zombie Gang baby act like you know
Championship ring on her toes, hey
Coke in her nose, she don't know that I
losing a place to championship rival Marco Laine. But with the team gambling to firm up the Ozaras suspension settings, true to form the Flying Welshman
how to loose
Why do I have to choose
I fucking told you World Made Clique stay winnin' bitch
Game day
Game day (Win, win, win)
Ball on em championship
a road that's a little bit windy
To a place they still put sugar in their iced tea
Where the women are fine and the love is fair
Hey, driver, you can
breeze ah suh we jet off
Bruck dung every barricade and set world records
Bread winner, too boasty fi beg dinner
And dem used to tell we seh we naah guh
Regular season or the championship
What you think?
We going straight for the win
Straight for the win
In this world where we bathing in sin
Born
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles
a masterpiece, taking shape as a digital beast
Driver's image, sculpted free, in pixel art, eternally (eternally)
Binary beat, poetic flow, world expands, watch
street is very well known, throughout your town
Your town is very famous for the little girl
Whose cries can be heard all around the world
[III. We Have
Sparks fly, I hit the ground running
Thumb in the air on the side of the road
Good work.. never comes easy
Hey Driver to the top of the world
I think about is winning
Ball hard win the pennate
Gold medal on my pendant
Belt on my waist so fitting
I'm tryna win me a championship
World champ
famous for the little girl
Whose cries can be heard all around the world
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
We
classic
You're the new PYT
Stands for paid, young and
Taking on the world from the driver's seat
You look so classic, fantastic
When you're on that
Mines
I want a championship yea this Game is on the line
We got 5 seconds it's 93 to 95
I put it up from 3
Fade away
Don't try to guard me
Everyday I will
tap and come come down
One quick push you’re felt around the world
All your angles drive me crazy like danfo driver
All your angles drive me crazy like
Uh-oh
Uh, oh
She my best friend in the whole world
On the mood board, she's the inspo
And she dressed in really cute clothes
Kawaii like we're
on the world
From the driver's seat
Trying everything just to touch your dreams
You look so classic fantastic
When you're on that floor
Bring the beat back once
全然終われない いいかい!?
今すぐに come closer! (Super drivers!)
エンジン全開でしょ heat up! (Super drivers!)
とめどなくそこら中で make some noise!
僕らのカーニバル
飛び込もう another world
Yeah
YNOT tha kraken
Overdosed to ghost up in my living room
Bullet holes in the driver's side doors of my homies ride
Used to act like we were
on insecurities I hit the tango
Then put some crump on that shit 'cause i like it random
I can fight the world nigga don't need no rest
Wake every day for more
world high, yearly raw supply
These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside
Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye
It's on you, if you want
for the little girl
Whose crying can be heard all around the world
We have a remedy
You'll appreciate
No need to feel so bad
He's only late
I been balling like its a championship
And all this ice on me make me look rich
I'm not, I'm a runner up
My wrist is freezing, Antarctica
I been
I’m champion get shit on
Get shit on
Get shit on
Your ass
Your ass
Get sh shut the fuck up
One v one me you pussy
I’m on a championship route
They
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