Superbee
Lyrics
This devil is ready to explode on the strip.
It´s worn out tyres won´t get any grip.
Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood.
Driving a car has never felt so good.
Stripped from all nonsense and built to win.
When comfort is out, performance is in.
I pump the gas as I turn the key
To fire up the engine in my black superbee.
Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel.
Got to shift gear but i´m too numb to feel.
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
It feels like i´m being pushed through the seat.
Deaf from the hemi in this late sixty-nine.
The essence of power and beauty combined.
Slicing the street the sound of the free
The roar of the lungs in my black superbee.
Writer(s): ANDERS TILLAEUS, FABIAN LUNDGREN, FREDRIK TILLAEUS, MARTIN LUNDGREN, SINISA KRNJAIC
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG PLATINUM SONGS OBO ROASTINGHOUSE MUSIC
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