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David Dallas - All Gas

Directed, shot & edited by James K Lowe & Nicole Miller-Wong Song produced by 41 VITA EP out now - https://linktr.ee/ddotdallas Lyrics [Verse 1] Top of the class Yeah, I been rockin' a mask Won't make a song and a dance Paid off the advance Accounts in the black, ain't takin' no chance I stroll through like Lance They turn green like Aston But we gotta eat, no snackin' Tell 'em, "No fefe, don't sack it" Even when the brim's low, no cappin' No caption I'll let the work speak for itself Before pandemics, used to keep to myself Solo squad, don't need any help Lost a few pounds, gotta reach for the belt now Tore my Achilles, almost had me a meltdown, damn Three months where I couldn't walk or stand But it take more than that to derail our plans We can't fail, that's banned Tell 'em that's just off-brand Got more classics than they got songs I can name like five, that's just off-hand Coulda bought a house off plans But I ain't have no patience Insomniac, I was already faithless Elon Musk, 'bout to cop me a spaceship, yeah [Chorus] All gas, no brakes Can't keep up, they ain't have no pace (Vroom) Don't like me? Then you watered down, you ain't have no taste Thinkin' you bad? Let's race Think I could beat Verstappen That figure got me distracted Gimme your deets, what's crackin'? [Verse 2] Gimme me your deets, that’s on Ain't hung up on the past, that's gone Didn't come this far to come this far Swear to God, they never been so wrong Don't know what they take me for Ain't like them, that's what they hate me for Hearing that talk really make me snore Bar's been raised, they ain't safe no more Can't pace no more, put the foot down When you're race leader ain't got time to look round Money on the books now, never gettin' took down Came up in places a lot of you were shook round Played dead-ass shows, they would look down When we wasn't trending... shit Nowadays, they be searchin' viagogo To try to get their friends in, cloggin' up the mentions That's lessons, more blessings Came through late, made an entrance Drink served cold like revenge is Give a fuck if her clothes expensive Tryna see that pose uncensored Mirrors fogged up when the room's unvented They be gettin' zoned for friendship All they do is post, I send it, yeah [Chorus] All gas, no brakes Can't keep up, they ain't have no pace (Vroom) Don't like me? Then you watered down, you ain't have no taste Thinkin' you bad? Let's race Think I could beat Verstappen That figure got me distracted Gimme your deets, what's crackin'?