We Are the Drivers — Музыка без границ

Yeah. We don't stop. Keep it low. Keep it fast. We are the drivers. Black tint, city lights fade out. Bass hits, that's what I'm about. No sleep, no rules tonight. We own the streets under neon lights. Skrrt. Yeah, right. Push it hard, no looking back. My pulse is synced with the track. Midnight calls, we answer fast. You feel the heat? It's built to last. We are the drivers, hands on fire. Road's alive, taking us higher. Whoop, whip, go. No brakes, no tires. We are the drivers. Kickin' back. Lights flash slow. You feel that flow? We never let go. Chrome dreams under full moon eyes. Fast hearts, no disguise. We don't talk, we just move. Engine speaks, That's our groove. Uh. Fast lane-Yeah. Gas to the floor, let it roar. Every turn, we want more. They sleep-They sleep. We ignite. We ignite. We rule the edge of night. We are the drivers, feel that fire. No fear, no pain, no choir. Skrrt, right, ha. Just heat, desire. We are the drivers. We are the drivers. Skrrt. Drivers. It's a rule, whoa. We are the drivers, drivers, drivers, Drivers. We are the drivers, drivers, drivers, Drivers. We are the drivers. No stop. No sleep. Just speed And fire.