Frozen
The blue lights on the glass while the city goes cold
The blue lights on the glass
While the city goes cold
The blue lights on the glass
Blue lights on the glass while the city
Goes cold.
100,000 horses underneath the console.
Perfume in the cabin, yeah, the leather is black.
Once we hit the highway, ain't no turning back
Eyes behind the shades, and the vision
Is sharp.
Playing with the fire in the middle of the dark.
Every single corner
Is a thrill on the streets, syncing
Every heartbeat to the sub bass beat
Whiplash in my ears while the driver jumps lanes.
The blue lights on the glass while the city goes cold
The blue lights on the glass
While the city goes cold
The blue lights on the glass
Blue lights on the glass while the city
Goes cold.
100,000 horses underneath the console.
Perfume in the cabin, yeah, the leather is black.
Once we hit the highway, ain't no turning back
Eyes behind the shades, and the vision
Is sharp.
Playing with the fire in the middle of the dark.
Every single corner
Is a thrill on the streets, syncing
Every heartbeat to the sub bass beat
Whiplash in my ears while the driver jumps lanes.