Outlap - Ocon's Mates Lyrics

Zooming through the streets, Monaco at play
Ocon's revving engine, it's time to slay
With his eyes on Gasly, a spark in the air
Overtaking with gusto, no room for despair

Ocon's got a knack of clashing with mates
Like a bull in a china shop, sealing their fates
His heart's in the race, but can't seem to see
That Formula 1 isn't just strictly about me

Each lap's a ballet, but he's cuttin' right through

Esteban Ocon, with a grin on his face
Launching poor Pierre, a wild motor chase
Oops, my bad! He shouts, as the crowd holds their breath
His teammate in ruins, he just dances with death

From Perez to Alonso, he's stepped on each toe
The drama unfolds like a soap opera show
Every race weekend, like fireworks in July
His rivals may suffer, but the fans are nearby
Bruno's shaking his head, screaming What's the deal
It's a comedy show, they spin the wheel
Ocon's been warned, there are limits to this game
But is he a driver or just seeking the fame

Chaos on the track, he sees red, not blue

Esteban Ocon, with a grin on his face
Launching poor Pierre, a wild motor chase
Oops, my bad! He shouts, as the crowd holds their breath
His teammate in ruins, he just dances with death

Esteban Ocon, with a grin on his face
Launching poor Pierre, a wild motor chase
Oops, my bad! He shouts, as the crowd holds their breath
His teammate in ruins, he just dances with death

Esteban Ocon, king of wild machine
Rolling through the corners, in a world of sheen
With a twist of the throttle, he's a sight to behold
But crashing and bashing? Well, that never gets old