JDM around
Low to the ground
Tokyo background
When I turn around
They all stare me in my eyes
All around, it is all spies
The media is all a lie
I cannot dramatize
Underground meets
Racing on streets
Tokyo drifting
I take a seat
Get a break from this new place
As I am here and away
A new city, a new dream to chase
An outsider with a new face
Produced by Lovell himself
As I turn his good beat to hell
Not by intent
But by accident
It's just how I felt
Foreign lands, Saharan sands
I be the one to shake hands
With the man himself
No meaning
No interfering
An object leaning
On everything
I have to break it
Two parts separate
Hit or miss
Early or late
I am no one now
But someone later
Words out my mouth
Words to a traitor
You all listen one day
Then forget what I say
Talkin' to a brick wall
Not listening at all
In one ear out the other
Not even my own brother
Nobody cares
They all just stare
Somethin' on my face?
Just time that I waste
A whole life race
I can't keep up with the pace