Lyrics
Skrrt—neon lights flash, engine hum low,
Midnight city where the real ones go,
Rubber burnin’, no time to chill,
One hand on the wheel, feel that thrill—Tokyo still!
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
Smoke rise high when the tires kiss,
Chrome so clean, got the moon in the rims,
All gas, no brakes, feel it deep in the limbs.
Drift—slide through the neon mist,
My crew, my whip, we exist to twist,
Engine talk loud, no need to assist,
This the life of the Neon Drift.
Turbo kick, let it scream through the lane,
Octane heart, can’t feel the pain,
Custom plates say “Never Slow,”
GPS lost, but I know where to go.
White smoke trail like a dragon breath,
One wrong turn could be sudden death,
But we dance with fate on the razor line,
Every drift we take feel divine.
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
Smoke rise high when the tires kiss,
Chrome so clean, got the moon in the rims,
All gas, no brakes, feel it deep in the limbs.
Drift—slide through the neon mist,
My crew, my whip, we exist to twist,
Engine talk loud, no need to assist,
This the life of the Neon Drift.
Shibuya to L.A., same code, same night,
LED glow paint shining bright,
Shorty in the seat say “Take that turn,”
She love how the tires make the friction burn.
V12 growl, sound like thunder,
Police lights flash but we drift right under,
Respect earned when the corner’s tight,
Fast life, midnight, Tokyo night.
Clutch tap, slide left, mirror flash chrome,
Every road we ride feel like home,
In the smoke we fade, then appear again,
It’s not just a race—it’s the way we blend.
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
City heartbeat sync with this,
Gas pedal low, adrenaline lift,
Welcome to the zone—Neon Drift.
Midnight city where the real ones go,
Rubber burnin’, no time to chill,
One hand on the wheel, feel that thrill—Tokyo still!
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
Smoke rise high when the tires kiss,
Chrome so clean, got the moon in the rims,
All gas, no brakes, feel it deep in the limbs.
Drift—slide through the neon mist,
My crew, my whip, we exist to twist,
Engine talk loud, no need to assist,
This the life of the Neon Drift.
Turbo kick, let it scream through the lane,
Octane heart, can’t feel the pain,
Custom plates say “Never Slow,”
GPS lost, but I know where to go.
White smoke trail like a dragon breath,
One wrong turn could be sudden death,
But we dance with fate on the razor line,
Every drift we take feel divine.
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
Smoke rise high when the tires kiss,
Chrome so clean, got the moon in the rims,
All gas, no brakes, feel it deep in the limbs.
Drift—slide through the neon mist,
My crew, my whip, we exist to twist,
Engine talk loud, no need to assist,
This the life of the Neon Drift.
Shibuya to L.A., same code, same night,
LED glow paint shining bright,
Shorty in the seat say “Take that turn,”
She love how the tires make the friction burn.
V12 growl, sound like thunder,
Police lights flash but we drift right under,
Respect earned when the corner’s tight,
Fast life, midnight, Tokyo night.
Clutch tap, slide left, mirror flash chrome,
Every road we ride feel like home,
In the smoke we fade, then appear again,
It’s not just a race—it’s the way we blend.
Drift, drift, hit the curve, no miss,
City heartbeat sync with this,
Gas pedal low, adrenaline lift,
Welcome to the zone—Neon Drift.