Drivers OnlyAmp It Up

"On the road of life... there are two types of people..." The passenger is pleasant, his presence is a phantom He agrees with every single statement at random. He sees the problems, got the data and a clear view, but his solutions only echo what you just said, near you. He’s dead weight on the chassis, you can feel the axle strain, He's a ghost inside the system who's afraid to feel the rain. He’s along for the ride, just a tourist in the fast lane, A spirit in the slipstream, whisperin' the past's name. He occupies a space, a calculated cost, another friendly face, another battle lost. He a vacant set of eyes staring at the road ahead, Dreamin' of the finish line while sleepin' in a feather bed. And the engine's gettin' hotter now, you feel the rumble rise, You look him in the eyes and see a stranger in disguise. He thinks that momentum is a thing you get for free... But it's about to be a reckoning for him and me. [Chorus] Are you a DRIVER with your hands on the wheel of fire? Or a PASSENGER whose only real fuel is desire? Are you the DRIVER who feels the engine start to climb? Or a PASSENGER just killing someone else's time? The driver's got a hunger that a paycheck doesn't fix, He's obsessed with the combustion, the mechanics, and the risk. He feels a sense of ownership, the weight of every turn, Knows that every bridge you build is a bridge you gotta burn. He's not blamin' the conditions, he's not talkin' 'bout the odds, He's at war with his own limits, negotiatin' with the gods. He wants to feel the traction, the friction, and the heat, the satisfaction of the asphalt underneath his feet. He's the architect of movement, a current in the air, The only one who knows the difference 'tween a threat and a prayer. So when I'm scanning through the roster, the question I propose: Do you build the ship that's sailing, or just admire how it goes? Are you a DRIVER with your hands on the wheel of fire? Or a PASSENGER whose only real fuel is desire? Are you the DRIVER who feels the engine start to climb? Or a PASSENGER just killing someone else's time? The bus is leaving. Wrong people off first. In the right seats. The right seats...