Racing on the strip again
I've got to have some more
I can't wait to stand next to the light
Screaming tires badass racers
That's the things that make me feel alright

I'm moving in fast I'm moving in slow
I got to felp myself to find a cure

Let me out, let me fly around the fields
I don't give a damn if someone there is threatening me
Let me out, let me fly around the fields I don't give a damn, if I smell like gazoline

Riding on down the pitlane
I've got to change my wheels
I can't stand the thought of slowing down
Changing gears I'm dropping the hammer
I drive so fast my eyes are going blind