Forza (X-Triptych I)

Welcome.

To the next. Generation

Man, i feel like a superstar. In a - highpowered supercar

Shoot for the stars, No stoppin′ me, i'm revving up a cacophony

Doesn′t matter whataver u offer me, Wont swap it for anything, honestly

The road ahead of me's calling, And pole position, is where i've just got to be

Im an ace in a race, set a pace that′ll take u to a range of places

Make u say "ohh, great, amazing", a trail in my wake as i blaze away

′cause - it's the way that i make my paper, do me a favour, get out my way, bruh

Boy racer with places to be, so its safe to see i′ll see you later

Forza Motorsport will open doors to a sort of ocean port that'll flow a course from coast to shores, the poetry of motion′s yours

saddle up, we're going on tour, you′ll ride astride you chosen horse through a load of applause

Such force, you were only supposed to blow the doors

Horsepower, Galloping gallantly, shoot for the stars, Galileo galilei, Hey

Don't prang my McLaren, Geez

the tab to path up the damage is grand as ur anual salary

and apparently, u just cannot handle me

so hand me the keys as i shoot for the stars, blasting these supercars to a brand new galaxy.