(Chorus)
The faster we go the better; it’s our need for speed
That puts us behind the wheel to the degree where we
Put the pedal to the medal, cause indeed we see
The finish line, were headin to it wit are need to lead
(Slim Zaddy)
It’s beautiful, as street lights replicate shades of metal
Across an ecliptic flicker of shifts from break to pedal
A meadow, grown amid the interior of mobile fantasies
In a self created world that holds no soul or man to see
it's zaddy reality, driven by the grace of blissful twitches
Wrist to wrist twisted to hit each fifth of encrypted digits
Switched incision, to pick which geared engine will give it
As I sit to fix the mix of scripts that mends what sick is
Depict this, cerulean skies reflecting stars on hot nights
Dropped right to stop sight and fading me on spot light
I top heights, speedometer cracked as I gain clearance
My smile widened by the designs unfeigned appearance
It’s I who steers it, controlled by my both my own hands
May not be known to no man, but I hope to grow fans
This whole Land, can stand in awe to graze my escape
As I pave my own ways in the cultivations we’ve made
Curb to curvatures traced, at my own God envied pace
Draped like concrete with defeats, as I top every race
But my stomach drops, I lose sight of this driven image
As my houses power went out…and took my PS2 with it
(Chorus)
The faster we go the better; it’s our need for speed
That puts us behind the wheel to the degree where we
Put the pedal to the medal, cause indeed we see
The finish line, were headin to it wit are need to lead
(Class)
Don’t feed the greed homie, now im ready to burn the rubber
Put the pedal to the metal; its time for you to return to gutters
Goin through, flowin smooth like im bout to churn the butter
No survivors, we are the drivers that put concern to mothers
Your turn to shutter, are gruesome base will shake the place
The squealing tires put the wheels on fire as we take the race
For the sake of grace, leave now before you get spun around
Slim Zaddy needs a win badly, Rick Bobby in the underground
It’s like the sun surrounds you with our bright lights shinin
An undercover pro in the streets, a trite knight in white linin
You might find him in hot pursuit, cause hes the most wanted
Never use my brakes in high stakes cause im the most hunted
Most blunted, when I race I take first place as I release gas
Comin at you harder then the cock in the intoxicated deceased’s ass
(X2)
The faster we go the better; it’s our need for speed
That puts us behind the wheel to the degree where we
Put the pedal to the medal, cause indeed we see
The finish line, were headin to it wit are need to lead