Duplicate2 - Burnout (feat. trailer choir) lyrics

Chorus Breathe in breathe out Make some noise if your engine's loud Big stage - first place Thank the Lord I'm gonna win this race Rippin' up the black top Riding through the pit stop This is the place where big dreams are made Breathe in - breathe out Before you turn around and face this crowd Burnout! ... Burnout! Verse 1 Well I pop the clutch Split the track Like I'm an outlaw on the run And when my rhymes combust I'll leave nothing but dust By the time I'm said and done (chyeah) I stay 3 lanes wide Countin' 'em off - they're like Boogity boogity boog-i-ty And if you came to party 'n to Have a good time then Let me hear you scream! Peddle to the mettle gotta get on my level Cause you never know where a winner might be That's why I'm rock and roll - heart and soul Ridin' over these guitar strings I'm on the final stretch - my engine's roaring See that checkered flag and wave You better know one thing when I cross the finish I was made in the USA (come on) Chorus Breathe in breathe out Make some noise if your engine's loud Big stage - first place Thank the Lord I'm gonna win this race Rippin' up the black top Riding through the pit stop This is the place where big dreams are made Breathe in - breathe out Before you turn around and face this crowd Burnout! ... Burnout! Verse 2 Now that the race is over Cement is coolin But the night has just begun I said you're best to bet That on a NASCAR evening Everybody has fun And one thing's for sure And this I'm certain Of in every country town You know we like our cars - like we like our parties That's where everybody gets down So let's spark the grill Blaze the bon pit The smell of wood in fire A big 'ol BBQ after a hard days work is What a country law requires I got my family right next to me These good times spent with my friends A lot of food and cars under the country stars 'Till next week when we do it again and again we breathe in Breathe in breathe out Make some noise if your engine's loud Big stage - first place Thank the Lord I'm gonna win this race Rippin' up the black top Riding through the pit stop This is the place where big dreams are made Breathe in - breathe out Before you turn around and face this crowd Burnout! ... Burnout! Now you don't have to be - born and raised To have some country in your blood And if you hear somebody say otherwise You know his truck's stuck in the mud So here's what I'll do And I'll share it with you You gotta stand up right real tall And just look that man right square in the eyes And give a country felt yee-haw! Breathe in breathe out Make some noise if your engine's loud Big stage - first place Thank the Lord I'm gonna win this race Rippin' up the black top Riding through the pit stop This is the place where big dreams are made Breathe in - breathe out Before you turn around and face this crowd Burnout!