С.В.О.Й - Гашетку в пол
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Cops on my tail, no license, and still no license
On the wrong side of the road, with the handbrake on, and into the courtyards
Grandpa's kopeck is a bit undervalued
He's scraping together a bit of fuss with his belly
Come on, buddy, don't let us down
Whiskey and adrenaline in our blood
The homies are panicking, but laughing like pigs
We don't want the three of us there
Lying there with asphalt under our faces
And so all our thoughts are on one thing

Put the pedal to the metal!
Put it! Put it! Gone!
Put it to the metal!
Put it! Put it! Gone!

Drones on my tail, electronic warfare is going full blast
The road is a sieve
The evacuation room is full of 300s
Our Patrick is breaking through for home
Come on, buddy, don't let us down
Bro, keep going! Keep going! Keep going! Shoot birds out the window like in GTA
Like kids running from the cops
We're tearing our claws apart along the forest edge
Screaming with the 300s at the top of our lungs

Press the pedal to the metal!
Press it! Press it! Gone!
Press it! Press it! Gone!

Demons are dancing under the hood
Just don't boil over and slow down
Drivers have only three problems in the front end
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Mom told her son: "Don't rush my son"
Dad taught his grandson how to rebuild an engine in the garage
Grandfather loved to give his grandson a Zhiga
Grandson idolized it

Press the pedal to the metal!
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools! Fools!
Given! Given! Gone!
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools, roads, FPV drones
Fools, fools!
Throttle down!
Given! Given! Gone!
Throttle down!