Gentlemen,
start your engines!
It's a fine day for chasing,
a perfect day for racing me
First across the finish line,
doing what it takes to be the fast car champ
For my NASCAR fans,
screaming and cheering as I pass by
Feel the G-Force 200 round a turn,
hit the pit with 12 seconds
Switch your tires,
let them burn Now tell me how it feels in my rear view
Haters sit down, let my fans get a clear view
Pumping number 76 on the side of my car Next to the cam folks,
stick her with a new
mason jar Might blow your transmission,
trying to whip
it while I'm winning Like a running moon,
shining prohibition
Yeah,
I drive fast,
drive fast I need speed,
gotta give it more gas
Drive fast,
drive fast Feel the breeze as I fly right past
Drive fast,
drive fast I need speed, gotta give it more gas
Drive fast,
drive fast Feel the breeze as I fly right past
Motorbarking like a big dog,
RPMs revving Backwood country boys vying to my engine
Adjusting my suspension,
it made it feel perfect I know you see me climbing up the rank in
the circuit Hell naw,
we ain't stopping,
we make them
checker flag us In the winner's circle celebrating with the
bat Sipping shine out the glass jar, we go far
Full service,
making all these other teams nervous
Driving with a purpose,
determined with a passion I got enough gas and my tires got
enough traction To keep passing and keep pushing
Out front,
there's never enough cushion Baby,
I drive fast,
drive fast
I need speed, gotta give it more gas Drive fast,
drive fast
Feel the breeze as I fly right past Drive fast,
drive fast I need speed,
gotta give it more gas Drive fast,
drive fast Feel the breeze as I fly right past
Yeah,
I drive fast,
drive fast I need speed,
gotta give it more gas
Drive fast,
drive fast Feel the breeze as I fly right past
Drive fast,
drive fast I need speed,
gotta give it more gas
Drive fast,
drive fast Feel the breeze as I fly right past