A thing that while making afraid to see the uncropped version, makes me want to And I get ninjad twice in a row, this time by a Nissan
Standing here, I realize You were just like me, trying to make good cars But who's to judge the Muscle from JDM? When our cars are off, I think we'll both agree That arguments breeds arguments But in the end it has to be this way I've cut my own Muscle You've followed your JDM But maybe we're both the same The world has turned And so many have crashed But nobody is to blame Yet staring across this smokey, racing land I feel new cars will be born beneath the oilstained sand Beneath the oilstained sand
