Turbo Blue on an S40

Rolling in a boxy dream

Northern steel, clean sheen

Key turn, dash glow

Let the little wolf go (hey!)

Baby blue S40 on the ring road

Cupholder full of coffee and a barcode

Seat back, one hand on the textile

Sticker on the bumper say “drive for the next mile”

Heated seats, cold mind, that contrast

Two-lane blacktop, blowin’ right past

Tiny trunk but the plans too massive

Old plates, new pace, all classic

Turbo blue on an S40

Little car make me feel so sporty

Four doors, still we ride like forty

Turn that key, whole life gets noisy

Turbo blue on an S40

Box frame, but the soul so naughty

From the suburbs to the quays by morning

Same old Volvo, brand new story (yeah)

ABS light flick, heart skip too

Check engine talk, but I still push through

Left lane cruise in a thrift-store hoodie

Late bill in the visor, still feelin’ like a movie

Backseat full of fast-food wrappers

But the front got a pilot and a rapper

Rust on the wheel arch, chrome on the grill

Little bit rough but the ride stay real

Turbo blue on an S40

Little car make me feel so sporty

Four doors, still we ride like forty

Turn that key, whole life gets noisy

Turbo blue on an S40

Box frame, but the soul so naughty

From the suburbs to the quays by morning

Same old Volvo, brand new story (oh yeah)

Left, right, bounce on the back street

Red light turn green to a trap beat

House kick pump in the concrete

Heart sync up with the front seat (hey!)

Old frame, new lane, that’s upgrade

Every scratch on the paint like a mixtape

If you know, then you know, that’s family

S40 turn a road to a canopy

Turbo blue on an S40

Little car make me feel so sporty

Four doors, still we ride like forty

Turn that key, whole life gets noisy

Turbo blue on an S40

Box frame, but the soul so naughty

From the suburbs to the quays by morning

Same old Volvo, brand new story