Turbo Groove

(yeah) (uh) Riding through the cold fog,

windows rolled tight

Staring at the taillights fading in the night

Heavy bass is rattling,

shaking up the floor

We don't look back to the things we were before

Drifting through the avenue,

pavement starts to slide

Got the heavy rumble moving on the inside (go) Drifting through the

avenue, nowhere left to hide

Got the heavy rumble moving

on the inside

Engine starts to scream,

tires biting on the asphalt Every choice we made,

never pointing to a fault

Running with the wolves in the shadow of the brick

Heavy-handed rhythm and the timing is too slick (shhhhh) (yeah)