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  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis
    作曲 : Josh Davis & Lateef Daumont
    He just wanted us to call him 'Captain Da'
    He said you can call me 'Da-Da'
    Whatever that meant
    Out of gas, still burning.
    Hey there...
    Who me?
    Just a friendly neighbourhood speed demon
    I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
    'Til there ain't no cars left
    Must because I go by
    With enough dust flyin around
    To make you cry it back down
    and choke half near to death
    Oh I'm gonna go on your left
    Sorry 'bout that
    See like you a push the bucket
    I like to burn big
    Like you I gotta cut all the ******** outta my life to live
    So I tell 'em move over
    This road aint big enough for ya
    I'm flyin like Knightrider they tryin' to keep up
    with they grandma outside on the side
    Maybe their steel belted radials expired
    Maybe they're tired
    Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
    Or something
    ******* asshole
    My bad
    Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?
    See, when the whole things slows down
    You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you a scene
    With the chance to take it... now!
    Damn, what the **** are you doing, ************* asshole - Sorry!
    Get off my lane you ******* ****! - I got yours right here buddy
    Bite Me
    Dude, What the **** is your problem?
    (Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
    Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
    Goddamn ************, what the hell are you doing!
    So much hostility...
    Y'all just keep checking your rear windows
    Maybe you'll catch me passing...
    Mashed.
    Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
    Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
    Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash
  • 作词 : Daumont, Davis
    作曲 : Josh Davis & Lateef Daumont
    He just wanted us to call him 'Captain Da'
    He said you can call me 'Da-Da'
    Whatever that meant
    Out of gas, still burning.
    Hey there...
    Who me?
    Just a friendly neighbourhood speed demon
    I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
    'Til there ain't no cars left
    Must because I go by
    With enough dust flyin around
    To make you cry it back down
    and choke half near to death
    Oh I'm gonna go on your left
    Sorry 'bout that
    See like you a push the bucket
    I like to burn big
    Like you I gotta cut all the ******** outta my life to live
    So I tell 'em move over
    This road aint big enough for ya
    I'm flyin like Knightrider they tryin' to keep up
    with they grandma outside on the side
    Maybe their steel belted radials expired
    Maybe they're tired
    Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
    Or something
    ******* asshole
    My bad
    Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?
    See, when the whole things slows down
    You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you a scene
    With the chance to take it... now!
    Damn, what the **** are you doing, ************* asshole - Sorry!
    Get off my lane you ******* ****! - I got yours right here buddy
    Bite Me
    Dude, What the **** is your problem?
    (Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
    Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
    Goddamn ************, what the hell are you doing!
    So much hostility...
    Y'all just keep checking your rear windows
    Maybe you'll catch me passing...
    Mashed.
    Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
    Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
    Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash