11 Right Foot Heavy

This ain't a Sunday drive This is me at full throttle You either move Right foot heavy, no slow burn That wheel turns and the calm gets churned Tire spit rage, grip that wheel Push and pass when most call real No cruise, no ease, no safe route I don't flinch, I floor it out Every sign just blurs the light I don't ride lanes on the night Blood runs ready. Heart on fire. Hands stay steady. More like thunder. Burn that ground. No turning back and no turning down. Ripping gears with no regrets. You ain't lived till you break a sweat. Right foot heavy on. count you get one shot i ride full mount no coast in no second chance gas hits hard the devil dead right foot heavy blood runs ready heart on fire hands stay steady roar like thunders to burn that ground no turning back and no turning down ripping gears with no regrets you ain't living your break of sweat right foot heavy i'm If they don't feel it Right foot heavy, this ain't a game Pushing metal like I'm pushing blame Fueling my veins, raging the sound I ride to shake the whole damn ground Ain't no fear, just steel and breath