The World Is Ours

Let's ride The world is ours We're outside The world is ours Feel the breeze Hair in the wind Wheels are spinning Feels like we're winning We're outside The world is ours (intro; we're outside - let's ride...) Any given Sunday Any given Day Anytime the sun shines Pullin up round the way The world is turning The clock is ticking The wheels stay spinning Swift riders stay winning Doesn't matter what the frame is What the claim is I'm on the high road Through the moon phases Stay on course - through storm and rain Pushing Top gear - thrive in my lane Birthright - foresight Aerodynamic - feeling ecstatic On the edge of reason It's wanderlust high season - I'm riding Morning, noon or night BASK IN the FRESH air TOnight (Adlib, Don't get it twisted...) Get into gear Have no fear View the passing lear The coast is clear Droptop or open air Make em stop and stare Tokyo drift strictly stick shift Or call lyft GTR coup Plotting the scoop Waiting list - check Clocked out - Run the cheque Take a look into my day I'm doing it my way Red line coasting - stay cool Its a blue moon - no fool Formidable indomitable Undeniable Free will OTOT on top of things horsepower, RPM SINGS (Adlib, city to city, coast to coast...) On the express way Take the free way All day, in every way We're outside Big Bike or Low rider Circle the block or Cross-country knock (Hook)