Gt-R33
A look under my hood it's the divine masculine
As you can see that I am very passionate
With good cause and I got good reason
Treat people right don't believe in treason
If you looking for the real finally that season
My war wounds and scars say that I am seasoned
Used to be the airmen now I'm the general
I came from the bottom like lavas and minerals
Speak plainly Sergei no use for subliminals
I've traveled back in time this pincer is temporal
A tenet of my faith is to see things differently
Less sliced pizza and more Rome and Sicily
Traveling for me is my comida por pensar
Unraveling my mind has took me very very far
I started out terrestrial now I'm aiming for the stars
I got the faith in my drive and I reflect that in my cars
Wanted the I8 but I'm feeling the GTR
A testament to myself to prove that I am god
I made it really hard and I made it complex
Even though I'm by myself treat like a contest
I'm the alpha and the omega
I'm the first and I'm the last
Sitting by myself all alone in this class
Used to have some peers but all of them I have passed
Driving my GTR and I did very fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
It's a chariot of fire vehicle for the messiah
I done took it everywhere Brasil all out on the praia
Whipping this bitch hard like I drive for NASCAR
It's the fruits of my labors from driving a fast car
Press in the clutch and then I upshift the gear
DUI and I ain't even had a beer
High on life man I might even drop a tear
Highway of life I'm not supposed to be here
I'm thinking about my arm and I've everything that I've been through
Besides Allah I'm only here because my mental
Feel so good this is my own and not a rental
Fresh off the lot so I gotta treat it gentle
Now I'm cruising by the byways
Interstates and the highways
The game sitting shotgun so we gonna do it my way
Vibing to my tunes you can't touch the aux cord
I Came along from marching in my oxfords
Sunroof on my head not my tires that's balding
Lost some to gain some cost of answer my calling
Now I can finally foot the the bill
Put the petal to the metal gotta make sure this is real
The dashboard like a spaceship
The haters and nay sayers they can never ever say shit
What could they say in the first place
Can't say shit to me, no no
Can't say shit to me, no no
As you can see that I am very passionate
With good cause and I got good reason
Treat people right don't believe in treason
If you looking for the real finally that season
My war wounds and scars say that I am seasoned
Used to be the airmen now I'm the general
I came from the bottom like lavas and minerals
Speak plainly Sergei no use for subliminals
I've traveled back in time this pincer is temporal
A tenet of my faith is to see things differently
Less sliced pizza and more Rome and Sicily
Traveling for me is my comida por pensar
Unraveling my mind has took me very very far
I started out terrestrial now I'm aiming for the stars
I got the faith in my drive and I reflect that in my cars
Wanted the I8 but I'm feeling the GTR
A testament to myself to prove that I am god
I made it really hard and I made it complex
Even though I'm by myself treat like a contest
I'm the alpha and the omega
I'm the first and I'm the last
Sitting by myself all alone in this class
Used to have some peers but all of them I have passed
Driving my GTR and I did very fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
Yea I did it fast
It's a chariot of fire vehicle for the messiah
I done took it everywhere Brasil all out on the praia
Whipping this bitch hard like I drive for NASCAR
It's the fruits of my labors from driving a fast car
Press in the clutch and then I upshift the gear
DUI and I ain't even had a beer
High on life man I might even drop a tear
Highway of life I'm not supposed to be here
I'm thinking about my arm and I've everything that I've been through
Besides Allah I'm only here because my mental
Feel so good this is my own and not a rental
Fresh off the lot so I gotta treat it gentle
Now I'm cruising by the byways
Interstates and the highways
The game sitting shotgun so we gonna do it my way
Vibing to my tunes you can't touch the aux cord
I Came along from marching in my oxfords
Sunroof on my head not my tires that's balding
Lost some to gain some cost of answer my calling
Now I can finally foot the the bill
Put the petal to the metal gotta make sure this is real
The dashboard like a spaceship
The haters and nay sayers they can never ever say shit
What could they say in the first place
Can't say shit to me, no no
Can't say shit to me, no no
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Writer(s): Christopher Magneto
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