"Buried Alive" lyrics
(Wreckfest Song)
Three, two, one, I'm good to start
Catch in the pole position with a new tuned car
My spoiler on fleek and my brakes aren't weak
Ain't nobody out here gonna stop my streak
I'm putting perfect balance between performance
Not just for looks, my armor's the strongest
Come on, you're just feeding, gonna be a hard season
First place unbeaten, opponents are dust eating
Rock music, pumped up bass through my window
Whilst I'm playing hardcore bumper bingo
Don't tell me about sportsmanship
A hard crash hits and you watch that slip
You coming in demolished while you running this rat race
Can't hold on that fast pace, just tell me how last tastes
Full throttle, yeah, I'm taking the restraints off
One race and I sent you back to the paintshop
Next time you should pay more attention
Please visit the garage and let them fix your suspension
Always drive with limited or open differential
Side-swiping every opponent, I won't be gentle
Ten outta ten is my maximum speed
Thanks to my motor and my practice indeed
Open up the gate, going two hundred straight
Everybody second rate, now I'm taking the lead
You hear the metal crashing
You hear the tires squeaking
You hear the engines howling
You know I can't be beaten
You hear the motor revving
You hear the crowd is screaming
You hear the metal crunching
That'll be the sound that you make when you face me
Welcome to the wreckfest
Party, we're all crash test
Dummies, sometimes that gets
Ugly, being buried alive
Welcome to the wreckfest
Party, we're all crash test
Dummies, sometimes that gets
Ugly, being buried alive
Three, two, one, I'm good to start
Catch in the pole position with a new tuned car
My spoiler on fleek and my brakes aren't weak
Ain't nobody out here gonna stop my streak
I'm putting perfect balance between performance
Not just for looks, my armor's the strongest
Come on, you're just feeding, gonna be a hard season
First place unbeaten, opponents are dust eating
Watch out for the freak in the school bus
Driving backwards, he's trying to doom us
But nah, I maneuver around him
Just one reason for being the crowned king
Motor sounds like it's fresh from the market
Exhaust futuristic, reminds me of Star Trek
Last round driving slalom through car wrecks
Second place on my neck, aim for the target
I think that he's slowly turning berserk
'Cause I fed him with dirt, let that air filter work
Yea,h I get him in curves, you know my drifts are clean
Green livery, you cannot deal with me
Acknowledge my map knowledge, straight line
Speed feels like I'm transforming, can't find me
Better know this is more than a hobby
First place, finish line, see you in the lobby, hah
Catch in the pole position with a new tuned car
My spoiler on fleek and my brakes aren't weak
Ain't nobody out here gonna stop my streak
I'm putting perfect balance between performance
Not just for looks, my armor's the strongest
Come on, you're just feeding, gonna be a hard season
First place unbeaten, opponents are dust eating
Rock music, pumped up bass through my window
Whilst I'm playing hardcore bumper bingo
Don't tell me about sportsmanship
A hard crash hits and you watch that slip
You coming in demolished while you running this rat race
Can't hold on that fast pace, just tell me how last tastes
Full throttle, yeah, I'm taking the restraints off
One race and I sent you back to the paintshop
Next time you should pay more attention
Please visit the garage and let them fix your suspension
Always drive with limited or open differential
Side-swiping every opponent, I won't be gentle
Ten outta ten is my maximum speed
Thanks to my motor and my practice indeed
Open up the gate, going two hundred straight
Everybody second rate, now I'm taking the lead
You hear the metal crashing
You hear the tires squeaking
You hear the engines howling
You know I can't be beaten
You hear the motor revving
You hear the crowd is screaming
You hear the metal crunching
That'll be the sound that you make when you face me
Welcome to the wreckfest
Party, we're all crash test
Dummies, sometimes that gets
Ugly, being buried alive
Welcome to the wreckfest
Party, we're all crash test
Dummies, sometimes that gets
Ugly, being buried alive
Three, two, one, I'm good to start
Catch in the pole position with a new tuned car
My spoiler on fleek and my brakes aren't weak
Ain't nobody out here gonna stop my streak
I'm putting perfect balance between performance
Not just for looks, my armor's the strongest
Come on, you're just feeding, gonna be a hard season
First place unbeaten, opponents are dust eating
Watch out for the freak in the school bus
Driving backwards, he's trying to doom us
But nah, I maneuver around him
Just one reason for being the crowned king
Motor sounds like it's fresh from the market
Exhaust futuristic, reminds me of Star Trek
Last round driving slalom through car wrecks
Second place on my neck, aim for the target
I think that he's slowly turning berserk
'Cause I fed him with dirt, let that air filter work
Yea,h I get him in curves, you know my drifts are clean
Green livery, you cannot deal with me
Acknowledge my map knowledge, straight line
Speed feels like I'm transforming, can't find me
Better know this is more than a hobby
First place, finish line, see you in the lobby, hah
Writer(s): Curtis Aaron Richardson, Martin Acosta, Matthew Hales
