Drive - Olmos, Rookie

Feet on the dash and the sparks out the window

Talking so deep like it’s mixed with the bass — low

Going so fast but you know I ain’t scared though

Speed up, slow, slow down

I want it so bad

Slow down, slow, slow down

Make the seats fold back

Slow down, slow, slow down

The seats fold back, the seats fold

Slow down, slow, slow down

I want it so bad

I feel it in my toes and hands, yeah

And we drive so fast

Drive, drive, drive

Till we get lost

Till we get lost

Till we get lost

Till we get lost

Nothing feels better than the gears moving up it’s so bad

Close call though, cause I love it when you pull it on back

And it’s dark outside the way we like to just drive

Deep into things we don’t say but we both understand

I want it so bad

I feel it in my toes and hands, yeah

And we drive so fast

Drive, drive, drive

Till we get lost

Till we get lost

Until we get lost in the feeling and I

Need you to speed it, push it over the limit

Let’s break the law, let’s break the law

Till the engine stalls

Keep pedal to the metal till the motherfucking car explodes

Yeah, till the car explode

Nothing feels better than the gears moving up it’s so bad

Close call though, cause I love it when you pull it on back

And it’s dark outside the way we like to just drive

Deep into things we don’t say but we both understand

Feet on the dash and the sparks out the window

Talking so deep like it’s mixed with the bass — low

Going so fast but you know I ain’t scared though

Speed up, slow, slow down

Till we get lost

Till we get lost