[Intro – 4 bars] (Sound of a car engine revving up, tires screeching, and a heavy sigh of relief) Don't look in the rearview mirror. Objects are smaller than they appear. And they're fading fast. Lyrical Deathmachine... Track twelve. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I’m putting the pedal to metal, I’m settling scores with the devil I’m reaching a whole other level, I’m holding the bass and the treble The drama is dead in the water, I’m saving the son and the daughter I’m avoiding the lamb and the slaughter, I’m doing exactly what I oughta You’re talking about what happened last week? I’m already hitting the peak I’m leaving you nothing to speak, I’m leaving your outlook as bleak I’m scrubbing the timeline clean, I’m the ghost in the heavy machine I’m painting the scenery green, and I’m fleeing the horrible scene. [Hook – 8 bars] Yesterday’s drama is fuel for the fire Burning the bridge and I’m getting up higher I don’t got the time for the "he said, she said" I’m focused on butter and getting the bread Yeah, yesterday’s drama is lost in the smoke Your little obsession is mostly a joke So keep on repeating the stories of old While I am out here turning iron to gold. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] I’m allergic to history, misery, solving the mystery Whatever you did to me, kid to me, honestly, victory Is living without the resentment, a total and peaceful contentment Cementing the mental amendment, I’m totally independent I delete the text and the tweet and the beat and the heat I’m wiping the mud off my feet and I’m taking the seat At the head of the table, I’m stable, I’m cutting the cable Of every pathetic and petty and lyrical fable. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] You’re stuck in a loop, in a coop, in a group, in the soup I’m flying the loop-de-loop, getting the scoop on the troop I’m faster than fiber, survivor, the driver, MacGyver I’m pulling the lever, the diver, the fiver, the liver Precision is moving ahead with the speed of the light I’m winning the war without fighting the fight You’re shadowing boxing a ghost in the dark of the room I’m already gone, sonic boom, sonic zoom. [Hook – 8 bars] Yesterday’s drama is fuel for the fire Burning the bridge and I’m getting up higher I don’t got the time for the "he said, she said" I’m focused on butter and getting the bread Yeah, yesterday’s drama is lost in the smoke Your little obsession is mostly a joke So keep on repeating the stories of old While I am out here turning iron to gold. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] KB is the name of the future, I don’t need a suture To stitch up the wound of the past, I am moving so fast I’m casting a shadow on shallow and callow and fallow Debates that are hollow, difficult pills that you swallow I’m checking the watch, and the time is right now, take a bow I’m milking the cash from the cow, and I’m asking you how You can stay in the same little spot for a year and a day While I am redefining the game and the way that we play. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] It’s irrelevant, elephant, lacking the element Of intelligent settlement, honestly evident You love the attention, the tension, the mention, detention I’m focused on pension, ascension, dimension extension I bury the hatchet? No, I melt it down into bullets I’m pulling the triggers and pulling the mullets? No, pullets. I’m farming the game while you’re starving for fame and a name And looking for someone to blame for your lyrical shame. [Hook – 8 bars] Yesterday’s drama is fuel for the fire Burning the bridge and I’m getting up higher I don’t got the time for the "he said, she said" I’m focused on butter and getting the bread [Bridge – 12 bars] (Beat slows down, cinematic strings enter) Look back one last time. Take a picture. It lasts longer. See the ruins? See the wreckage? That was us. Now it’s just dust. I cut the anchor, I cut the rope. I left you with nothing but a little hope. That maybe I’d turn around and come back. But the train has already left the track. Moving forward is the only direction. Perfection is the only connection. Goodbye to the stress and the strain. Goodbye to yesterday's pain. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] So here is the eulogy, truly, G, you won't be fooling me Schooling me, ruling me, cooling me, drooling on jewelry The past is a casket, I put all my eggs in the basket Of future and if you are gonna go ask it, I mask it I’m done with the nonsense, I’m clearing the conscience, response? None. I’m gone like the wind in the bronze Statue of liberty, giving me, living the misery free Yesterday’s drama has nothing to do with the KB. [Hook – 8 bars] Yesterday’s drama is fuel for the fire Burning the bridge and I’m getting up higher I don’t got the time for the "he said, she said" I’m focused on butter and getting the bread Yeah, yesterday’s drama is lost in the smoke Your little obsession is mostly a joke So keep on repeating the stories of old While I am out here turning iron to gold. [Outro – 4 bars] Forward motion only. No reverse gear. S.W.C. We gone. (Sound of car tires screeching away into silence)
