I got the speed of a demon I'm peeling out of my seat and
I see my feelings receding inside the rear viewing mirror
Steer my pain into lanes and veer my fears into cement
Completely concrete in doctrine high octane problems when nearer
On tar they're farther appearing than objects lost in blind spots
I car you go karts like hot wheels your body shop made in Taiwan
Lock and key in my conscience I rev the engine respondent
The sign said stop, and honest they almost caught me in pausing
Shifted into the fifths then drifted despondently endless
Condemning rest stops and exits spinning my rims in a nexus
Fender bending the reckless like I went Aang on a Lexus
You drank you ought' be arrested blew through where officers rested
Consume an alcohol beverage and choose to drown all perspectives
Vroom right out of collective consecutive question objectives
Textbook alexithymia when checkereds in my mental
Driving frantic when panicked my hands in stick with incidentals
Lost in space
Caught in place
Lost the race
And I fought the chase
Not in shape
Odd in case
Not the pace
But I top the greats
Thinking back on my actions I lacked a balance in drag
A rat race lackey so tacky compacting actions in my past
First to last and they pass me but I was happy in lapping
I gladly had to ramp down from rounding round-a-bout tracks e-
Lapsing passengers attitude to a rapid rebadging
Refasten seat belts and pedals and check the levels of gasoline
Move your metal and let go of all the devils that's trapped within
Let them laugh as they're lagging then get the heck out of drafting
Set a record but after it's back to burnouts and gurneys
A splash and dash when on empty to keep left turning and turning
Observing swerves in the sturdy who hit the curb and concern me
I'm worried next I'll be checked and end up medically wheel chocked
Real talk early to bleach box and greet the green light as murky
Detox from Nos in my conscience and skirt the urge to just belong
I dream of streets I can be on without the feeling of freon
Speedometer as deterrent to burning rubber for eons
Phi Kenzie - Auto Lyrics
Phi Kenzie - Auto Lyrics
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I got the speed of a demon I'm peeling out of my seat and
I see my feelings receding inside the rear viewing mirror
Steer my pain into lanes and veer my fears into cement
Completely concrete in doctrine high octane problems when nearer
On tar they're farther appearing than objects lost in blind spots
I car you go karts like hot wheels your body shop made in Taiwan
Lock and key in my conscience I rev the engine respondent
The sign said stop, and honest they almost caught me in pausing
Shifted into the fifths then drifted despondently endless
Condemning rest stops and exits spinning my rims in a nexus
Fender bending the reckless like I went Aang on a Lexus
You drank you ought' be arrested blew through where officers rested
Consume an alcohol beverage and choose to drown all perspectives
Vroom right out of collective consecutive question objectives
Textbook alexithymia when checkereds in my mental
Driving frantic when panicked my hands in stick with incidentals
Lost in space
Caught in place
Lost the race
And I fought the chase
Not in shape
Odd in case
Not the pace
But I top the greats
Thinking back on my actions I lacked a balance in drag
A rat race lackey so tacky compacting actions in my past
First to last and they pass me but I was happy in lapping
I gladly had to ramp down from rounding round-a-bout tracks e-
Lapsing passengers attitude to a rapid rebadging
Refasten seat belts and pedals and check the levels of gasoline
Move your metal and let go of all the devils that's trapped within
Let them laugh as they're lagging then get the heck out of drafting
Set a record but after it's back to burnouts and gurneys
A splash and dash when on empty to keep left turning and turning
Observing swerves in the sturdy who hit the curb and concern me
I'm worried next I'll be checked and end up medically wheel chocked
Real talk early to bleach box and greet the green light as murky
Detox from Nos in my conscience and skirt the urge to just belong
I dream of streets I can be on without the feeling of freon
Speedometer as deterrent to burning rubber for eons
I see my feelings receding inside the rear viewing mirror
Steer my pain into lanes and veer my fears into cement
Completely concrete in doctrine high octane problems when nearer
On tar they're farther appearing than objects lost in blind spots
I car you go karts like hot wheels your body shop made in Taiwan
Lock and key in my conscience I rev the engine respondent
The sign said stop, and honest they almost caught me in pausing
Shifted into the fifths then drifted despondently endless
Condemning rest stops and exits spinning my rims in a nexus
Fender bending the reckless like I went Aang on a Lexus
You drank you ought' be arrested blew through where officers rested
Consume an alcohol beverage and choose to drown all perspectives
Vroom right out of collective consecutive question objectives
Textbook alexithymia when checkereds in my mental
Driving frantic when panicked my hands in stick with incidentals
Lost in space
Caught in place
Lost the race
And I fought the chase
Not in shape
Odd in case
Not the pace
But I top the greats
Thinking back on my actions I lacked a balance in drag
A rat race lackey so tacky compacting actions in my past
First to last and they pass me but I was happy in lapping
I gladly had to ramp down from rounding round-a-bout tracks e-
Lapsing passengers attitude to a rapid rebadging
Refasten seat belts and pedals and check the levels of gasoline
Move your metal and let go of all the devils that's trapped within
Let them laugh as they're lagging then get the heck out of drafting
Set a record but after it's back to burnouts and gurneys
A splash and dash when on empty to keep left turning and turning
Observing swerves in the sturdy who hit the curb and concern me
I'm worried next I'll be checked and end up medically wheel chocked
Real talk early to bleach box and greet the green light as murky
Detox from Nos in my conscience and skirt the urge to just belong
I dream of streets I can be on without the feeling of freon
Speedometer as deterrent to burning rubber for eons
Writer: Philip MacKenzie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid