[Intro – spoken, ] Oi, it's just me tonight, Breakaway Squad's gone home Garage lights buzzing, beer warm, and this bloody mini's still wrong Gears mocking me, ratios laughing in my face Solo struggle sesh—time to face the facts, innit, disgrace [Verse one] I'm staring at this pinion, too small, too bloody tiny Motor's spinning like mad but the car's crawling, whining Tried the low gear dream, thought torque would save the day But now I'm stuck in corners like a snail on holiday Acceleration's dead, straights feel like a funeral march Every hairpin's torture—why'd I think this was smart? Spur's chewing teeth, mesh too loose, backlash everywhere I'm the king of binning it, proper clown with no flair [Chorus – haiku style] Gears betray my hands Torque hides, speed laughs in silence Solo wreck tonight [Verse two] Swapped to high ratio, chasing that top-end rush Now the motor's boiling, smelling like burnt clutch and dust No pull out the jumps, just floating like a sad balloon Bogged down in the sweeper, full throttle, pure doom Pinion too big, stripped the spur again, what a surprise I'm talking to myself, "Mate, you're shit at this, open your eyes" Every change I make just digs the hole deeper, fam This mini hates me—I'm the problem, not the damn Tangina mo, pare, bakit ba ang tanga mo talaga? Ratio mo lagi mali, parang laging may katangahan pa! Pinion mo parang utak mo—maliit at walang kwenta Motor nag-o-overheat na, ikaw pa ang may ganap na! Setup mo basura, pare, parang mukha mo sa umaga Laging stuck sa low gear, walang bilis, puro drama Ano ba 'yan, solo ka na nga, pero talo ka pa rin Breakaway Squad? Ikaw lang ang breakaway—sa bangin! [Verse three] Tried calculating once, but the numbers made me cry Spur teeth mocking, pinion hiding, ratio asking why One lap clean, then crash—axle snapped like my pride I'm the lone wolf loser, garage ghost with nowhere to hide Every tweak's a failure, every run's a fresh defeat Talking big on the bench, but the track calls me cheat Marc would laugh if he saw this mess I've made alone Just me and the wreckage, gears grinding my bones [Reply in Tagalog – even harsher self-burn] Grabe ka naman, bro, parang laging may atraso Gear mo parang buhay mo—laging mababa, walang progreso! Pinion mo parang tiyan mo—maliit pero laging gutom Sa race, ikaw ang una sa talo, ikaw ang champion ng lungkot! Magpalit ka na lang ng hobby, wag na mag-Tamiya Kasi kahit anong ratio, ikaw pa rin ang talunan, pare, sige na! [Final Chorus – haiku style] Alone with the mess Gears win, I lose to myself Breakaway broken
