You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The device of a racing car from the inside in the cockpit recognizes me by the steering wheel
Photo on me and so on to the east of the city center
Headlights and yes, what do you know about me, I haven't even spent the last years of my life on shifts
Super Rugby and it wouldn't be interesting how it pisses me off
The wingman echoes me, reset the afterburner handle
It seems to me or the police are a little fucked up