Lyrics Built for Speed - Psychosomatic

Built for Speed

Out on the run, ripping down the road
My treads are burning up in the heat
Suicide ride flying deep at ninety five
Cause, I know you ain’t talking to me
Get on the fast lane if you wanna tempt fate
See me coming up on your ass
Clip in the gun, I call it fun
As long as you can afford the gas
I wanna see, give it to me
Gotta rendezvous at the crossroads
Hopefully King Louie will now strike us a deal
We all gotta bleed when we finally ink the deed
With a ballpoint made out of steel
Stomping on the gas pedal
Rocking out to Black Metal
Grinding gears across the state line
Clip in the gun, I call it fun
As long as w don’t run out of time
Breath, give it to m
We’re all built for speed
Bring it to me… now