**Lyrics By rvix86** © Copyright 2025 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you are seeing this song anywhere besides SUNO, know that it is illegally being stolen and placed on a site that I did NOT give my permission for my work to be used. I wrote these lyrics and this is MY song. Any stolen work of mine will be reported. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- You say the dashboard's sweatin' Every time I take the wheel Claim I treat red lights like dares Like I'm chasing some big thrill But I just kiss the curves like lightning Shift gears with a panther’s grace You're clutchin’ your pearls and the door handle Like we’re drag-racin’ out your place But baby, let’s be honest — you just can’t admit You flinch 'cause power looks better when I wear it You're holdin’ on like love’s a seatbelt snap Screamin’ like I plotted this joyride trap I ain't reckless, just a little too real For your bubble-wrapped sense of ideal White-knuckle romance, pedal to tease You want soft and slow, I got torque and speed Don’t tell me to brake — I’m not built that way If you want a doll, try the freeway café You count your heartbeats like mile markers Each time I pass another bar Told your therapist I’m “a hazard” But you stall out just starting the car You say I’m “too much motion, not enough pause” But maybe you're just scared of a girl with claws ‘Cause I don’t swerve, I don’t second-guess And I don’t yield for fragile egos in distress You want me sugar-spun, sweet and subdued But I’m power-sliding out of that hold you glued You're holdin’ on like love’s a seatbelt snap Screamin’ like I plotted this joyride trap I ain't reckless, just a little too real For your bubble-wrapped sense of ideal White-knuckle romance, pedal to tease You want soft and slow, I got torque and speed Don’t tell me to brake — I’m not built that way If you want a doll, try the freeway café I don’t fit in your cupholder dreams With paper-thin girls in dainty routines I take sharp turns with a siren grin If that’s your nightmare, don’t get in Ten and two? Nah, I drive divine Wired like a circuit line You want control? Then take the bus 'Cause darling, fear just means you don’t trust You're holdin’ on like love’s a seatbelt snap Heart in your throat with a panic attack You think I'm chaos — I’m precision dressed In black leather moods and a fearless finesse White-knuckle romance, revving in heels You want sugar, but I serve meals Don't tell me to brake — I’m not built that way I drive like a queen and I pave my lane So next time you flinch when I shift to drive— Ask yourself: Is it me, or your pride that’s scared to survive?
