Lyrics
You don't know what I feel, I get behind the wheel
You're unaware of my emotions; I take control by driving.
A fuel in my soul
I have an intense passion or energy within me.
I hyperventilate as I accelerate
I breathe rapidly as I speed up.
Till I've lost all control
I continue until I've completely lost control.
My speed becomes relentless
My speed becomes unstoppable.
And testing all my senses
I'm challenging and pushing my abilities.
White line appearing faster
The road markings appear rapidly.
Prompting death and disaster
This leads to potential death and calamity.
My supersonic machine
My extremely fast vehicle.
Get out of my
It's a command for something to move away.
Fast lane, like a jet plane
I'm in the fast lane, akin to a jet plane.
Like a freight train, I'm driving insane
Similar to a freight train, I'm driving recklessly.
Addicted to the fast lane
I'm addicted to this high-speed lifestyle.
Rushing to my brain
The thrill rushes through me.
No time to explain, this is my domain
There's no time for explanations; this is where I belong.
Addicted to the fast lane
I'm addicted to the fast-paced life.
I look into mirror, red lights are drawing nearer
Looking in the mirror, police lights are approaching.
They think I've met my match
They believe they've caught me.
But I shift into high gear, soon they just disappear
I accelerate more, making them disappear.
You can't jail what you can't catch
You can't imprison what you can't apprehend.
My speed becomes relentless
My speed becomes unstoppable.
And testing all my senses
I'm challenging and pushing my abilities.
White line appearing faster
The road markings appear rapidly.
Prompting death and d-d-disaster
This leads to potential death and calamity.
I hear the engines screaming
I hear the engines roaring loudly.
I'm burning up the
I'm speeding up excessively.
Fast lane, like a jet plane
I'm in the fast lane, akin to a jet plane.
Like a freight train, I'm driving insane
Similar to a freight train, I'm driving recklessly.
Addicted to the fast lane
I'm addicted to this high-speed lifestyle.
Rushing to my brain
The thrill rushes through me.
No time to explain, this is my domain
There's no time for explanations; this is where I belong.
Fast lane
I live for the fast-paced life.
Fast lane, like a jet plane
I'm in the fast lane, akin to a jet plane.
Like a freight train, this is my domain
Similar to a freight train, this is my territory.
D-d-domain
This high-speed lifestyle is my area of control.
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