Windows tinted, future lookin’ bright
Every stop sign turn to “go” overnight
Cop lights flash but I already dipped
Sirens sing backup when the engine rip
Quarter mile dreams in a half-mile lane
Every ounce of octane running through my veins
Steering wheel gripping like it owe me rent
Zero to a hundred that’s my main event
Friends in the back yellin’ “slow it down”
I just turn the volume up, let the bass drown
They can’t keep up, they don’t know the route
GPS say “recalculating,” I already out
Hood up, hood down, either way I’m ghost
Every yellow light turn to green when I boast
Ain’t no rearview mirror when the future call
I just press the pedal, watch the whole world stall
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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