R.P.M(Chords)

	        
verse 1: 

F# 
Fast pace, day to day  

is the only thing that keeps me sane. 
                           (Db) (B) 
Blacktop beneath my wheels,  
F# 
blue moon rising above the hills.  
                        A 
Put it in gear, put the pedal down  
    B                     E 
and I won't stop 'til the tank runs out. 


E             F# 
Turning the ignition,  
                A 
revving up my engine,  
                  E          B 
tearing up the highway of my life. 
B                  F# 
Grinding up my gearbox,  
                 A 
skipping all the pit stops,  
                     E       B 
blazing right by red traffic lights. 
B    Db                             E    B 
See, some folks like the slow lane, hmm? me?  
                F#  B  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
    F#  B 
The R.P.Ms 
                F#  B  E  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
NC 
Woww 


Interlude:  F# B F# 

verse 2: 
F# 
Under the hood, you can hear the sound  

of a restless heart that can't slow down.  
                               (Db) (B) 
So much horsepower in my hands,  
F# 
baby try and catch me if you can.  
                            A 
No rearview mirror, and the brakes are shot,  
     B                          E     B   (A) 
when life gets tough we kick it up a notch. 

 

E             F# 
Turning the ignition,  
                A 
revving up my engine,  
                  E          B 
tearing up the highway of my life. 
B                  F# 
Grinding up my gearbox,  
                 A 
skipping all the pit stops,  
                     E       B 
blazing right by red traffic lights. 
B    Db                            E B 
See, some folks like the slow lane,  me?  
                F#  B  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
    F#  B 
The R.P.Ms 
                F#  B  E  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
E  F# 
Yeahh 


Bridge: 
F# 
In this crazy race of mine,  
                           B 
there's no such thing as a finish line.  


B           E 
Turning the, 
E             F# 
Turning the ignition,  
                A 
revving up my engine,  
                  E          B 
tearing up the highway of my life. 
B                  F# 
Grinding up my gearbox,  
                 A 
skipping all the pit stops,  
                     E       B 
blazing right by red traffic lights. 
B    Db                            E B 
See, some folks like the slow lane,  me?  
                F#  B  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
    F#  B 
The R.P.Ms 
                F#  B  E  
I just need the R.P.Ms 
E                   F# A B 
Oooh I just need the R.P.Ms 
   F# A B 
the R.P.Ms 
               F# A B  E 
I just need the R.P.Ms