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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drench
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dylan Michael Lapierre
Songwriter:in
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Okay, here we go
Focus, speed, I am speed
One winner, 42 losers
I eat losers for breakfast
Breakfast? Maybe I should've had breakfast
Always in first, call me Lightning McQueen
I'm feelin' so angry like Lightning McMean
I'm feelin' so fresh, just like Lightning McClean
I never do drugs, I ain't Lightning McFiend
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Just like the Piston Cup
Tell me stop winnin' but I never win
Now this all skill, never any luck, yo (ka-chaw)
Lightning McQueen, I'm goin' so fast
You cannot touch me, and I'm never passed
I'm done with that hoe, I leave her in the past
Causin' vibrations when I hit the gas
Zoom, zoom, zoom like nitro (zoom)
Tuck you in, goodnight, hoe
She a thot, then it's a no-go
See me when they want to go low
But no, thank you, I fly solo, call me Han
Strong just like Mulan
I am fancy like Prince John lookin' for a princess
Put my speed to the test
So much speed, I never rest
Only one Sally, screw the rest
I'm Superman, no S on my chest (nah)
Jarready knoe, that I'm the best (yo)
Jarready knoe, I'm runnin' up checks (yo)
Jarready knoe, I'm more and you're less (ya, ya)
I'm chillin' with Mater and he is a spy
I'm not supposed to tell you, but your mom's a guy
I'm goin' so fast and I might even fly
I'm faster that light and I might even die
Always in first, call me Lightning McQueen
I'm feelin' so angry like Lightning McMean
I'm feelin' so fresh, just like Lightning McClean
I never do drugs, I ain't Lightning McFiend
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Just like the Piston Cup
Tell me stop winnin' but I never win
Now this all skill, never any luck, yo
No presents from Santa, he know that I'm naughty
Your girl asked me out, said, "No," she a thotty
Your mom hit me up, and damn, she a hottie (oh)
I bought her a Benz but she want a Bugatti
Call it the sweet life, I mess up your lobby (whoo)
Oh no, it's Mr. Moseby
So thirsty, all them hoes be ask anyone who knows me
What's his limit? I just go speed
You are my enemy, call you Chick Hicks
I got a tree trunk, Steve Voy got sticks
I'm chasin' checks, just like the mix (Chex Mix)
Look at my trophy, I hope that it fits
I'm goin' so fast just like I don't exist
I don't need no luck, don't blow me a kiss
Goin' so fast, you can't pursue me (nah)
I never lose, just like it's a movie (whoo)
Back to my place and we pineapple smoothie
I saw your man and he lookin' fruity (oh)
DMs I slide in, it's always Gucci (Gucci slides)
You go hard and I'm loved, you find yourself, right?
We havin' after parties every single night
Poppin' that bubbly, just like it's Sprite
Always thank my fans, 'cause I am polite (thank you)
If you ain't winnin', get out of my sight
(Just leave, bruh, I'm not kiddin')
(No, seriously, get the hell out, please)
Always in first, call me Lightning McQueen
I'm feelin' so angry like Lightning McMean
I'm feelin' so fresh, just like Lightning McClean
I never do drugs, I ain't Lightning McFiend
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Just like the Piston Cup
Tell me stop winnin' but I never win
Now this all skill, never any luck (ka-chaw)
Always in first, call me Lightning McQueen
I'm feelin' so angry like Lightning McMean
I'm feelin' so fresh, just like Lightning McClean
I never do drugs, I ain't Lightning McFiend
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Just like the Piston Cup
Tell me stop winnin' but I never win
Now this all skill, never any luck, yo
I'm Lightning McQueen
Lightning McQueen
Writer(s): Dylan Michael Lapierre
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