Written by Ads Ganda & John Paul Bantigue Vroom vroom, watch me disappear Headlights cuttin' through my fear Daddy's watchin', so I race By, painted smile, a pretty face Dark past doesn't matter now Redline heart, I take the crown I still play with toy cars Racing past the broken stars I still play with toy cars These winning scars These winning scars Had one little car, a hand-me-down Paint rubbed off from dragging it around Built the real one out of parts nobody claimed Every bolt I turned still knows my name You race for a crown, I race for the rent Same red line, a different debt I still play with toy cars Built my own from broken parts I still play with toy cars Just these working scars These working scars Little ground, big machine Underground is my whole scene Mine's a hatch held up by tape Same underground, a different weight Left you chokin' on my dust Every crash, I tend to trust Every dent, I hammer out myself Can't buy a new one off the shelf Broken toys became my crown Watch me run this whole town down Crown or rent, the Line don't care Red's the same color everywhere Maybe we're just kids who never stopped Chasing something down the lane But the Ledger never asks what it was for It writes us down the same Toy or not, it leaves a mark I still play with toy cars Built mine from broken parts Racing past the broken stars I still play with toy cars These working scars These winning scars Still play with toy cars Still play with toy cars Still play with toy cars