Every Sunday racing in the living room TOCA Touring Cars me on the microphone Hues you couldn't fume if you nabbed a bag of shroom Capping any Muller I'd sit in the VPN In the TT with a direct-drive wheel A hydraulic brake a screen big enough to Fill a conference of my dreams now I'm ready to boast Wheel turn either way Goes back either way Hand-eye same way Just on it Pedal down Both up Shifting up Tire up Rim off Fuel as much as possible All about muting the apparent boss Like when I play single player I'm almost living in it Play Test Drive where I first heard Jimay Need for Speed underground made for me It was the Later Club a gun still in its wrapper it was Three or four dollars burned in the latest products Flick up to see it come again Move seat upright so I make it And observe the haptic feedback While the Dying Light springs Pod turned Pod muting First born Poll turning Pop raising Then muting Even lights strapped around To make coherence from thoughtful disarray It's gonna be different when the wheels are cold I'm nearly there Wheel turn either way Goes back either way Hand-eye same way Just on it Pedal down Both up Shifting up Tire up Rim off And this never stops as fast as possible What it is it's as fast as possible What it is it's as fast as possible But even now It's all about the self-empowerment Using whatever I've got to be living in it Keeping the camera off and I'm almost living in it again Pod turning First born Pod turning Pop raising Pod raising Pod muting Pod turning And focus on the main mat Between them a main mat All as one And focus on the two Them as one Tarmac sings feedback Assetto ghosts dance in the telemetry Parabolica’s Brake markers Burned In the squishy Automobilista On a steady drip Throw the nose in Angle slips Left-foot tap makes the time splits YEAH! Just on it... Wheel turn either way Goes back either way Hand-eye same way Just on it Pedal down Both up Shifting up Tire up Rim off And this never stops as fast as possible What it is it's as fast as possible What it is it's as fast as possible At times more than living in it Yeah Just on it... Dirt Rally Gravel notes Sliding sideways Shouting notes Richard Burns Left six over over crest Reinvent every apex rFactor digits crawling up the overlay Lap times Glyphs in the OS BeamNG Destroying me Miss the line And Bless my mess Pod turned Pod muting First born Poll turning Pop raising Then muting Even lights strapped around To make coherence from thoughtful disarray It's gonna be different when the wheels are cold I'm nearly there Grid up Light out Hands locked in Sim to skin Know this No ghosts left In the slipstream Seeing clear Every season Every year Lap the past Never stall No resets In control... Just on it Just on it Just on it As fast as possible
