Street circuits

(yeah) (look) Watch the clock wind backward on the wall

Never caught slipping when the shadows fall

Heavy is the crown that we carry on the floor

Stacking up the chips,

lock the bolts at the door (brrrt) Foot on the pedal and

we never cut pace

Carving out a corner in a crowded place (uh-huh) Pressure rising high,

check the gage

Turning every corner, tear the page

(get it) Ready for the drop when it breaks

Heavy on the grind,

we don't ever sleep

Running through the concrete six feet deep

(talk to 'em)

Stand tall, never bend,

never break the code

All gas, heavy traction on an open road

(yeah,

all gas)

Heavy on the grind,

we don't ever sleep

Ice in the glass while the engine hums Counting up the fractions

till the morning comes Seen the back

lanes and the narrow turns

Only keep the fire when the timber burns (for real)

Never need a favor,

keep it self-made

Walking through the heat in the cool shade (yeah)

Heavy on the grind,

we don't ever sleep

Running through the concrete six feet deep (never sleep) Stand tall,

never bend, never break the code

All gas, heavy traction on an open road

(all gas) (yeah)