R.P.M.
Fast pace, day to day
it's the only thing that keeps me sane
Blacktop beneath my wheels,
blue moon rising above the hills
Put it in gear, put the pedal down
and I won't stop til the tank runs out
Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
Under the hood, you can hear the sound
of a restless heart that can't slow down
So much horsepower in my hands,
baby try and catch me if you can
No rear view mirror, and the brakes are shot,
when life gets tough we kick it up a notch
Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
Yeahhh
In this carzy race of mine
There's no such thing as a finish line
Turning the, Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
Oh, i just need the R.P.M's
The R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
it's the only thing that keeps me sane
Blacktop beneath my wheels,
blue moon rising above the hills
Put it in gear, put the pedal down
and I won't stop til the tank runs out
Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
Under the hood, you can hear the sound
of a restless heart that can't slow down
So much horsepower in my hands,
baby try and catch me if you can
No rear view mirror, and the brakes are shot,
when life gets tough we kick it up a notch
Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
Yeahhh
In this carzy race of mine
There's no such thing as a finish line
Turning the, Turning the ignition, revving up my engine, tearing up the highway of my life
Grinding up my gearbox, skipping all the pit stops, blazing right by red traffic lights
See, some folks like the slow lane... me? I just need the R.P.M.s
R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
Oh, i just need the R.P.M's
The R.P.M's
I just need the R.P.M.s
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Franklin, Sasha Pieterse
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