SCREWDRIVA

Music: Kevin Stathis/Haydn Green/Luca Watson Clear as ****, clear as **** Clear as ****, clear as **** Clear as ****, clear as **** 180 down the Hume Whilst the boys slept Speed crept Fresh off the M5 lad I'm solid as a rock Whilst the tin can falls apart My visions blur but the Dot in the horizon's Clear as **** And the first thing that they Did when they awoke was have a stroke And the first thing that they Heard when they awoke Was CLUBSMOKE And I swear I'm trying to Get it done (ay) Before my hearin' recedes There's nothing on this asphalt That'll get on mе You might also like Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on thе whip Got blood on my wrist Brah I swear the SCREWDRIVA must have slipped Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on the whip Got blood on my wrist Brah I swear the SCREWDRIVA must have slipped 180BPM The wind-noise pumps like techno I know this shit's impressive She's holding up her pinky Like brah what the ****'s the message? You've never seen a V6 Hit the red bit on the dash That's a blessing You've never seen a case of Monster cans On the backseat, caffeine, carnitine, taurine Heartbeat hitting 208 The Garmin's gon' disintegrate (ya) There's nothing on this asphalt I won't tailgate Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on the whip Got blood on my wrist Brah I swear the SCREWDRIVA must have slipped Got chrome on my lips Got chrome on the whip Got blood on my wrist Brah I swear the SCREWDRIVA must have slipped