Intro (voz con eco estilo radio team)
McLaren to Norris…
Yeah, copy.
Mode Attack.
It’s time to show ‘em why they call me king.
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Estribillo (Hook)
I’m the DRS King, yeah I own the straight,
Brake late, hit apex, never hesitate.
Orange fire runnin’ through my veins,
P4 to P1, I’m breakin’ all chains.
They see papaya, they know it’s game on,
Track cold blood but the spirit stay warm.
You blink once, I’m already gone—
Wavin’ checkers while the rest respawn.
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Verso 1
Born for the grid, yeah, I’m built for the grind,
Clean lines, no drama, just time.
Silence in cockpit, storm in my mind,
Pressure? Nah—just another climb.
Young but I move like I’ve seen it all,
One hand on the wheel, never drop the ball.
Eyes locked, ghost mode in mirrors,
When I pass by, they feel the shivers.
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Puente
They call me the ghost in the mirrors,
No flash, no fear, just clearer.
You chase the fame, I chase the flags,
No shortcuts, just grip and drags.
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Estribillo (Hook) [repetido]
I’m the DRS King, yeah I own the straight,
Brake late, hit apex, never hesitate.
Orange fire runnin’ through my veins,
P4 to P1, I’m breakin’ all chains.
They see papaya, they know it’s game on,
Track cold blood but the spirit stay warm.
You blink once, I’m already gone—
Wavin’ checkers while the rest respawn.
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Verso 2 (con más actitud)
Rain or shine, I dance with the curve,
Monaco mind, but Silverstone nerve.
No plan B, just throttle and serve,
When I lead, it’s the calm they observe.
Grid lookin' tense when I’m in their sights,
They see orange, but I black out the lights.
No cap, no bluff, just lap-time bites,
‘Cause legends don’t wait — they ignite.
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Cierre (Outro breve)
DRS open.
History in the making.
Name’s Norris...
But you can call me King.
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