Dark Brazilian Phonk Drift E

Mmm. They see me coming, hear the cowbell ring. Night rider, baby, I don't feel a thing. Heart cold as the smoke in my lungs. All these fake souls, I bury them young. You better run, run, run, run, Run, run, run, run, Drift, drift, Fog in my veins. Drift, drift, drift, drift, drift. Feel no pain. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Run it up. Cowbell screaming through the night. Fog till I die. That's the vibe. In the rearview, They all look scared. Drift, drift, drift. Fog in my veins. Drift, drift, drift, drift. Feel no pain.