The Crew 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Another one [Verse 1] It isn't hard to make a bar with an homophone I could do it in a bar when I'm on my phone Own cars as a status symbol Drum hard, look at the state of the cymbal As well as drive, fly high, it's a cool principle But I wanna see more skin, I'm a high school principal No training wheels, I'm a grown adult You're someone who makes people groan, a dolt I mean, oh my god, holy shit I knew you were bad but you're wholly shit I forget it's a lapse in memory When I die, strip club funeral, sit on laps in memory Now that's a ceremony, winning first place As if everybody wouldn't have done it in the first place I get berzerk in a duel, carried away Break the speed limit down a dual carriageway Name something faster, be my guest Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess But mate, get too close, I do brake checks Bank balance so big, I break cheques But with all the race prize money that I accrue I take on employees, hire crew Slowcoach, I'm packing a high IQ I smoke in traffic, when I'm high, I queue Whether four or two-wheeled I'm equipped with more metaphors than a fellow ought to wield Rally through the night to the misty morning Your family crying 'cause they missed you, mourning I've traveled through time, battled and fought knights You've just done a royale battle in Fortnite You don't go backward and neither forward I'm working on a book, I need a foreword [Hook] This is the chorus of the song The Crew It doesn't seem to be so long since The Crew But I guess a sequel's overdue to The Crew Take the same game and then add a two to The Crew [Verse 2] Do please curb your enthusiasm Or I'll leave you on the curb, you're in fear, see as I'm Fiercely cleaning my lights, rub my lamp, sipping slow gin What I mean is, I'm a speed genie, you're a slow Djinn So then, the ball's in your court You better have big balls or you're caught Hear my engine roar, grizzly Pull out your entrails raw, grisly Give me gore, no ifs or buts I'll leave you with sore butts Kick your nuts, below the waist Your career's nothing, bub, a load of waste I take it, it's plain to see I'm taking this plane to sea I'm a sick pilot, fly like a bird flew You're just sick, could be swine or the bird flu Turbine burning, turning the rotor So get to work, it's your turn in the rota From the west coast to the Soviet Bloc If you're trolling me, well then so be it, blocked Don't want what you're spamming, anyone could peddle wares But can you slam it to the metal 'til the pedal wears? Yes, wild animal, I'm well feral Talladega Nights, Adam McKay and Will Ferrell As well as beating you down when we race the tracks I delete your SoundCloud, erase the tracks Leave your tires slashed, you're Axl Rose Crack your suspension, your axle rose Straight over the J. Edgar Hoover Dam Looking 'round like, "This place needs a hoover, damn!" And soon when we land and they're closing the hangar I'll put my flight suit with my clothes on a hanger [Hook] This is the chorus of the song The Crew It doesn't seem to be so long since The Crew But I guess a sequel's overdue to The Crew Take the same game and then add a two to The Crew