off the charts

Direct hit, straight to my heart, Falling, breaking—before it all starts! Hurry, hurry, CRP’s off the charts!

But the voice of reason can't say no It's in the eyes, and heart Just the latest psycho off the charts

NIGHT TRIPPER KICK DOWN with the meter off the charts The city starts to FLICKER, FREAK OUT!

I think I’m gonna Go hard, off the charts, like a race car (Vroom vroom vroom)

I think I'm gonna Go hard, off the charts like a race car (Vroom, vroom, vroom)

Check tomorrow, grab your victory, zero to hero Nice to meet you, to the beat, y’all Potential off the charts, ready to brawl

My heart is already bursting with joy. My heartbeat’s off the charts, I’m hopelessly into you.

I think I'm gonna My heart's off the charts, like a race car (Vroom, vroom, vroom)

I'm your sunshine, I'm your star Babe without me won't get far So divine I’m off the charts Masterpiece, a work of art

Faultline Falling off the charts Burning all your bridges

As, I toke along reminiscing weed we smoked on all day, and all night long I'm the rap star Afroman, off the charts and I feel the pain Wishing I wouldn't rack my brain, 2 Chain and Little Wayne

(That girl) To me you're a star When you move you're off the charts You've already won my heart

Then the second one The living reckless one The knock the popstars off the charts one And the third one, the fuck the world one

It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars You bastards overlooking street art Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians

All my rules stay embedded in Hard work, let 'em know, ain't no trainin' in Poppin' off the charts, that's a better win Then poppin' off in the streets, ain't no checkin' it

Shootin for the stars, this gon set a bar Go off the charts We going to mars

[Verse 2] Thinking maybe every heart has a counterpart, counterpart, yeah I can measure how I feel but it's off the charts, off the charts, yeah Been to you when I was running away

It's just that the highway is taking the boy for a ride at such high speed, it leaves no time for regrets The speed is around 300km/h, Tiihonen behind Maserati's steering wheel The pulse and speed meters are off the charts, we storm into the pub like in Lapland And ...

Ooh, it doesn't take a genius You're so hot, all our chemistry is Off the charts, are we in agreement? Leave right now, what a good idеa

Pardonnez-moi – derrière! (It was a warm day off the charts, And would get even warmer.