To Lose la Trek Lyrics
| Song | To Lose la Trek |
| Artist | Campag Velocet |
| Album | Bon Chic Bon Genre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cater, Gordon, Slater, Voss | |
| I was steaming fast in the past lane | |
| Had to take it just wouldn't be the same | |
| Like a straight incision with an arrow point | |
| Movin up through to put your bones outa joint | |
| Can't believe they said it couldn't be done | |
| Doubts for a second, then none | |
| When you live on your wits don't question the aimless | |
| Just button your lip | |
| Nothing is painless | |
| White-knuckle ride step inside | |
| Members over the bars club, hang on! | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you ain't seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! | |
| Just gliding my candyapple red | |
| With the chrome shimmering | |
| It gleams or so it seems | |
| In your dreams it's clear | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide i slip through on the inside | |
| What an evil web we weave | |
| When we practice the disease | |
| Nothing can save us nope | |
| Now the police pollute and you pollute | |
| People well aware wearing charcoal suits | |
| High pressure pneumatics on my slicks | |
| My spokes are dope leaving you in the ditch | |
| Help me slice through the air | |
| With the wind on my side i don't care | |
| And here i am roadrunner | |
| Finally crucified instead | |
| Left my carcass by the roadside | |
| Didn't come to see what's left | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide, I slip through on the inside | |
| White-knuckle ride step inside | |
| Members' - over the bars club hang on | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you aint seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! |
| zuo qu : Cater, Gordon, Slater, Voss | |
| I was steaming fast in the past lane | |
| Had to take it just wouldn' t be the same | |
| Like a straight incision with an arrow point | |
| Movin up through to put your bones outa joint | |
| Can' t believe they said it couldn' t be done | |
| Doubts for a second, then none | |
| When you live on your wits don' t question the aimless | |
| Just button your lip | |
| Nothing is painless | |
| Whiteknuckle ride step inside | |
| Members over the bars club, hang on! | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you ain' t seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! | |
| Just gliding my candyapple red | |
| With the chrome shimmering | |
| It gleams or so it seems | |
| In your dreams it' s clear | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide i slip through on the inside | |
| What an evil web we weave | |
| When we practice the disease | |
| Nothing can save us nope | |
| Now the police pollute and you pollute | |
| People well aware wearing charcoal suits | |
| High pressure pneumatics on my slicks | |
| My spokes are dope leaving you in the ditch | |
| Help me slice through the air | |
| With the wind on my side i don' t care | |
| And here i am roadrunner | |
| Finally crucified instead | |
| Left my carcass by the roadside | |
| Didn' t come to see what' s left | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide, I slip through on the inside | |
| Whiteknuckle ride step inside | |
| Members' over the bars club hang on | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you aint seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! |
| zuò qǔ : Cater, Gordon, Slater, Voss | |
| I was steaming fast in the past lane | |
| Had to take it just wouldn' t be the same | |
| Like a straight incision with an arrow point | |
| Movin up through to put your bones outa joint | |
| Can' t believe they said it couldn' t be done | |
| Doubts for a second, then none | |
| When you live on your wits don' t question the aimless | |
| Just button your lip | |
| Nothing is painless | |
| Whiteknuckle ride step inside | |
| Members over the bars club, hang on! | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you ain' t seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! | |
| Just gliding my candyapple red | |
| With the chrome shimmering | |
| It gleams or so it seems | |
| In your dreams it' s clear | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide i slip through on the inside | |
| What an evil web we weave | |
| When we practice the disease | |
| Nothing can save us nope | |
| Now the police pollute and you pollute | |
| People well aware wearing charcoal suits | |
| High pressure pneumatics on my slicks | |
| My spokes are dope leaving you in the ditch | |
| Help me slice through the air | |
| With the wind on my side i don' t care | |
| And here i am roadrunner | |
| Finally crucified instead | |
| Left my carcass by the roadside | |
| Didn' t come to see what' s left | |
| Needs must when the devil drives | |
| I do not hide, I slip through on the inside | |
| Whiteknuckle ride step inside | |
| Members' over the bars club hang on | |
| Road rage this is the first stage | |
| And you aint seen nothing yet | |
| Just shifting gears on my ride | |
| To lose la trek hang on! |
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