Bassline Hustle

(watch your back)

(creep in the

fog)

Riding through the blacktop cold and late

Twin pipes screaming out a heavy weight

Got the pedal pinned hard to the floor

Shadows slipping right outside the door (yeah,

keep moving)

Smoke rolling off the rims tonight

Nothing left to prove in the fading light

Turn the wheel hard,

let the rubber slide

We own the asphalt on this ride (drift) (drift)

Engine roaring like a storm unbound

Crushing gravel as we touch the ground

Never slowing down for any ghost

Burn the road until the heat is toast (skrrt)

(step

in the

dark) (hear

that

engine

roar)

Smoke rolling off the rims tonight

Nothing left to prove in the fading light

Turn the wheel hard,

let the rubber slide

We own the asphalt on this ride (drift) (burn the

track) (drifting

away)