Mashin

We're on the grind, fuel in the veins,

Pedal to the metal, no brakes, no chains.

Turn it up loud, feel the sound,

In the fast lane, we're bound to break ground.

Through the smoke and the gears that shift,

We rise up quick, we're always swift.

Engine roaring, the night's on fire,

We're chasing dreams, we'll never tire.

Mash in, we're taking control,

No stopping us, we're on a roll.