Speedracer

Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You’ve got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Always Silence when you speak
Oh you were built for a crowd
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You’ve got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Tatted on the rib
Oh yea I know what you’re 'bout
Hit the corner we lean to the left
Hit the corner we slide to right
You only stimulate
No you don’t sympathize
Damn you done took my breath
And locked up on my eyes
I’m in a different state
Might just be hypnotized
Tell me tell me lately
Have you been about your cash flow?
Imma drop my number
Only if you’ll call me back though
Sliding in the passenger
Momma said you’re a rascal
Pedal to the metal two-hundred up on the dash OH!