Texter Och Översättningar - All Gas
— sjungen av David Dallas
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"All Gas" Text
"All Gas" har texter på engelsk språk.
Directed, shot & edited by James K Lowe & Nicole Miller-Wong
Song produced by 41
VITA EP out now -
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Top of the class
Yeah, I been rockin' a mask
Won't make a song and a dance
Paid off the advance
Accounts in the black, ain't takin' no chance
I stroll through like Lance
They turn green like Aston
But we gotta eat, no snackin'
Tell 'em, "No fefe, don't sack it"
Even when the brim's low, no cappin'
No caption
I'll let the work speak for itself
Before pandemics, used to keep to myself
Solo squad, don't need any help
Lost a few pounds, gotta reach for the belt now
Tore my Achilles, almost had me a meltdown, damn
Three months where I couldn't walk or stand
But it take more than that to derail our plans
We can't fail, that's banned
Tell 'em that's just off-brand
Got more classics than they got songs
I can name like five, that's just off-hand
Coulda bought a house off plans
But I ain't have no patience
Insomniac, I was already faithless
Elon Musk, 'bout to cop me a spaceship, yeah
[Chorus]
All gas, no brakes
Can't keep up, they ain't have no pace
(Vroom)
Don't like me?
Then you watered down, you ain't have no taste
Thinkin' you bad? Let's race
Think I could beat Verstappen
That figure got me distracted
Gimme your deets, what's crackin'?
[Verse 2]
Gimme me your deets, that’s on
Ain't hung up on the past, that's gone
Didn't come this far to come this far
Swear to God, they never been so wrong
Don't know what they take me for
Ain't like them, that's what they hate me for
Hearing that talk really make me snore
Bar's been raised, they ain't safe no more
Can't pace no more, put the foot down
When you're race leader ain't got time to look round
Money on the books now, never gettin' took down
Came up in places a lot of you were shook round
Played dead-ass shows, they would look down
When we wasn't
shit
Nowadays, they be searchin' viagogo
To try to get their friends in, cloggin' up the mentions
That's lessons, more blessings
Came through late, made an entrance
Drink served cold like revenge is
Give a fuck if her clothes expensive
Tryna see that pose uncensored
Mirrors fogged up when the room's unvented
They be gettin' zoned for friendship
All they do is post, I send it, yeah
[Chorus]
All gas, no brakes
Can't keep up, they ain't have no pace
(Vroom)
Don't like me?
Then you watered down, you ain't have no taste
Thinkin' you bad? Let's race
Think I could beat Verstappen
That figure got me distracted
Gimme your deets, what's crackin'?