T. Stebbins - Red Line
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Foot down on the gas
I'm going eighty miles an hour
To catch you think you're moving fast
I'm moving right behind you
Navigate disaster across a burning lake of fire
Even then you'll never make it for I am your denier

Full adrenaline
Burning gasoline
A racing revolution now
This feeling new to me
This burning energy
How much you're ready now to lose tonight?

Red Line
I am atop of the universe
Red Line
I'm gunning at the first, oh
Red Line
Although I'm sounding cynical
Red Line
I know I'm gonna win
And the best of us is riding onto the top
To the end of the Red Line

One more go around this turn
Is biting at the rubber tires
Smoke is blowing, I'm still going for desire
Foot down on the gas
I'm going eighty miles an hour
Caught you think you're moving fast
I'm moving way beyond you