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Movin' down the back streets |
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Pass the speed of light |
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Sparks burn inside me |
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Gas and air adjusted right |
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Layin' down some rubber |
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Needle's in the red |
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I'm blowin' away |
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On the edge |
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Never ceasing, never ending |
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My machine's what I live for |
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Don't ever try to pass me |
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Cause I'll even up the score |
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Cool, and lean and righteous |
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Slipping through the air |
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I play for keeps |
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But won't play fair |
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And I'm street, street lethal |
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Poundin' down the back roads |
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Higher than a steeple |
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Street, street lethal |
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Come and watch me ride |
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Movin' down the pavement |
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Don't get in my hair |
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Exploding in your faces |
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Like a match to liquid air |
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Bolting down the back straights |
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Spilling round the curves |
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I'll give you all |
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Your just desserts |
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One explosion then another |
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Feeling it excel |
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Put the road behind me |
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Keep my feet out of hell |
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Pulling up into the heavens |
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Blowing past a shooting star |
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First I'm near |
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Then I'm far |
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And I'm street, street lethal |
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Poundin' down the back roads |
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Higher than a steeple |
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Street, street lethal |
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Come and watch me ride |
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On this four wheel heart attack |
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Customized to cut no slack |
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And I'm street, street lethal |
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Poundin' down the back roads |
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Higher than a steeple |
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Street, street lethal |
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Come and watch me ride |
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Street, street lethal |
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Poundin' down the back roads |
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Higher than a steeple |
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Street, street lethal |
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Come and watch me |
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Ride |