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Smelled the rubber burning
When you first got the gist
Pushing 50 in 3 seconds when you heard the gears shift
Felt terrified and thrilled as our car starts to drift
On the freeway, left lane, my run-flats never lose grip
The sweet taste of freedom as the torque starts to rip
You’ll never see me beg for permission
Heel toe and row the short throw of my manual transmission
Fools say to go fast you must go alone
A V8 sports car they clearly don’t own
Come with me if you have a need for speed
100 on the freeway the pork’s radar will never catch me!
