Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Steam Ahead, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Webster's Laboratory II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Full Steam Ahead |
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don’t spin no more |
See me swervin', I’m fast and furious, hear that engine go roar |
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go |
When the light’s not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, |
and we yellin' out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is |
blurry, yellin' out out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |
Yeah, got Chloe and Kendall grippin' the head of my member lickin' |
And suckin' until I’m bustin' all over they neck and dippin' |
Like andale andale, cause I’m speedy with my exit mission |
Gone before they even tell I’m missin', my Chevy whippin' |
So fuckin' quick your vision can’t manage getting recognition |
And now your head is spinnin' like I’m practicing exorcism |
So when I’m on the mic there ain’t no way you could censor Christian |
So many words would be cut you’d think your fuckin' antenna’s missin' |
Like Em and Tech were spittin', so check the rhythm |
And bring it back just like the dead were risen with necromism |
Because I shock em like they opted for the chair instead of prison |
With my crew made up of closely assembled villains |
You just a kennel kitten, stepping into a bigger pet division |
I’m bred to sic em, so just let me off the leash and I’ll effin' kill em |
I’m blowin' up like I apprenticed in demolition |
And now I’m all up on your television baby lets fuckin' get em |
So run run now, go and hit the road jack |
Hut one now, ready when I thrown that |
Blackin' out on a beat like I’m takin' Prozac |
Mixed with a bottle of cognac, call me Bojack |
Cause I’m an animal and I’m so animated |
Going green, so I’ll get a Prius candy painted |
Drivin' through your campus waving as the fans awaitin' |
Followin' behind me from a cinematic angle till the camera’s fadin', what |
Buzzin' like I fuckin' suck at operation |
Sorry sir I think there’s been some minor complications |
Vital signs flat line while your body’s shakin' |
That’s when I lose my god damn patience (sir we’ve lost another one) |
On a god damn rampage, leave em with a bandaid, fuck what the man say |
Just a renegade getting handshakes, up and down the landscape |
Do what I do to the death, get up out my damn way |
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don’t spin no more |
See me swervin', I’m fast and furious, hear that engine go roar |
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go |
When the light’s not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, |
and we yellin' out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is |
blurry, yellin' out out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |
Yeah, all gas, no brakes on the pedal |
This song sounds like rap mixed with heavy metal |
Never settle, flow hot, I been screamin' like a kettle |
In the city of the stars, pullin' strings like Geppetto |
I saw the path and I went the opposite way |
Middle fingers in the air when I respond to a lame |
I was findin' my lane, and they defied what I claimed |
Anything is possible, I’m just reminding my state |
That anybody with a dream and work ethic can get it |
All it takes is confidence and persistence |
I calculated a plan I envisioned |
Became the man in my city, took shots with precision |
And now I can’t stop with my writtens |
My pen bleeds the truth, I every single sentence |
Helped kids through addiction with the music I invented |
Made a style and a voice, let everybody rent it |
Windows tinted in that brand new Range |
So when I say you can’t see boy I mean what I say |
Full steam like I’m cleanin' a tux |
Award shows in my Chucks, not givin' a fuck |
Cause we, livin' it up, shit I’m fillin' my cup |
I started with the minimum and now I’m triplin' up |
I’m never quittin' till I’m sittin' on a million plus |
I’m colder than reptilian blood, with a brilliant touch |
Up on an instrumental, leave your noggin spinnin' like you Dizzy Devil |
Hit the peddle, since I was eleven playing Twisted Metal |
Cause the kid is friggin' mental, spittin' till I pop or rip a vessel in my |
neck while I whip a rental |
I’m runnin' up the mileage, so much if I returned it they’d make me buy it |
Auto pilot while riding the Iron Giant |
Burnin' so much gas that I’m worried about the climate |
Sorry for contributin' to the crisis, but I got my. |
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don’t spin no more |
See me swervin', I’m fast and furious, hear that engine go roar |
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go |
When the light’s not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, |
and we yellin' out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is |
blurry, yellin' out out |
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead) |