It's like a supersonic Pass me by without a trace But don't have to run so fast I'm doing fine Just like a supersonic Pass me by without a trace But don't have to run so fast I'm doing fine
Breaking it down I'll chop it up with you later I wanna do my own thing This time, and all this time It's compensation of some kind
Wrap up my hope for future Of myself and all the others Bring me back Just don't bring me down
Breaking out I'll make it up with you later I wanna do the right thing This time, and all this time It's compensation of some kind
