Grind Teeth

Black hoodie on the chair

Gas in the old coupe

Chrome on my wrist

Cut through the bad mood

Hand on the wheel

Teeth on the problem

Mud on the boots

Still I don’t dodge it

You talk big, baby

I move in the dark

One clean line

Then I leave a mark

Swerve past the smoke

No fear in my chest

I came from the noise

Now I own what’s left

Count it up

One, two, three

Hear that crack

When you come for me

Hold that stare

Don’t blink, don’t run

I was built for the clash

When the pressure comes

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

Say my name

Then run with me (run with me)

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

I don’t fold

I just break free (break free)

Backseat full of scars

And a ripped-up plan

Blood on the paper

Still I’m that man

Kick on the floorboard

Dust on my tongue

You want that heat

Better bite down, son

Chain hits hard

When I step in the room

Talk gets small

When the bass starts to boom

I keep it locked

With a stare like steel

You play for the crowd

I play for the real

Count it up

One, two, three

Hear that crack

When you come for me

Hold that stare

Don’t blink, don’t run

I was built for the clash

When the pressure comes

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

Say my name

Then run with me (run with me)

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

I don’t fold

I just break free (break free)

Let the room go cold

Let the walls lean in

I came in bruised

Still I’m here to win

No sweet talk now

Just a sharpened grin

When the night bites back

I bite back again

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

Say my name

Then run with me (run with me)

Grind teeth, baby

Grind teeth

I don’t fold

I just break free (break free)