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