Automatic - Lyrics - Fake?

Take a minute to be worried now I'm riding out my demon car And I drive it where I want Burn rubber on the sidewalk, honey You don't like my kind And my wheels that glide Just a low life joy ride *** Speeding up the lanes like a two-bit manic *** I know all the things you wish to be is all I've ever been You don't see me 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle Magnetic speeds, I never drift and I never miss 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle yeah Oooh yeah! And through this body of chrome 400 h.p. of attitude that spits out it's dirty disease Like a white boy rock star *** thing Your cars are sterilized So safe and paralyzed Mustangs and Pontiacs best suit the asphalt roads that I own Speeding through the town like a bullet from a gun Always got them cop cars coming after me Watch them getting smaller in the rear view from my seat You don't see me oh 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle Magnetic speeds, I never drift and I never miss 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle Oooh love the feel of my monster car! It's just a rock star little thing At every stop sign all I see is green Got a crew and a lifestyle on the road It's automatic man "We don't let go" Engine sound is like the feel of the best drug, Hit it! We get blitzed up, fixed up, licked up Once you get a taste of it, everybody can't stop Ooh forget about it, forget about it You don't see me oh 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle Magnetic speeds, I never drift and I never miss 'Cause I've got the hidden angle Got the hidden angle You can't beat me 'cause you can't stop me '65 Chevy's gonna be my chick and a '58 Caddy's like a speedball trip Can you hear my roaring?