This devil is ready to explode on the strip.
Itç£ worn out tyres wonç£ 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 iç£ too numb to feel.
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
It feels like iç£ 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.
Superbee Video (MV)
Performed By: Puffball
Written by: ANDERS TILLAEUS, FABIAN LUNDGREN, FREDRIK TILLAEUS, MARTIN LUNDGREN, SINISA KRNJAIC
Puffball - Superbee Lyrics
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This devil is ready to explode on the strip.
Itç£ worn out tyres wonç£ 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 iç£ too numb to feel.
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
It feels like iç£ 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.
Itç£ worn out tyres wonç£ 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 iç£ too numb to feel.
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
It feels like iç£ 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: ANDERS TILLAEUS, FABIAN LUNDGREN, FREDRIK TILLAEUS, MARTIN LUNDGREN, SINISA KRNJAIC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG PLATINUM SONGS OBO ROASTINGHOUSE MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG PLATINUM SONGS OBO ROASTINGHOUSE MUSIC