Prompt / Lyrics
[Ellie's voice:] "Alright sugar, she's patched up. Try not to roll her on the first jump." [Engine revs.Vault Hunter:] "No promises." --- [VERSE 1] Four wheels, no brakes, one brain cell workin' Boost meter full, got the whole desert lurkin' Bandits in a technical think they got a chance Cute. Watch 'em scatter when the monster start to dance Spiked grill, nitrous tank, armor made of scrap Seatbelt's optional — it's a suggestion, not a strap I don't do stealth, I don't do quiet, I don't do slow Map says "no road" — that's a challenge, not a fact I aim for the horizon and I never look back. --- [HOOK] Catch-A-Ride — if you can keep up Doors are optional, seat's got blood — that's occupational, not bad luck Catch-A-Ride — buckle up or don't When the tires leave the ground and the engine starts to scream You ain't ridin' in a vehicle — you're ridin' in a dream. --- [VERSE 2] Sold my guns for a turbo, sold my shield for some fuel 'Cause cool don't clear a ravine. Cool don't jump a gap. Cool's just a word people use when they ain't got the knack. I been chased by skags, bandits, monsters, law They all got one thing in common — they all watch me drive away 'Cause nothin' on Pandora keeps up when I decide to play. --- [BRIDGE] "You ever hit a jump so clean, time just… stops? For three seconds you ain't a Vault Hunter, you ain't a mercenary, You're just a thing that's flyin'? Yeah. That's the stuff." --- [VERSE 3] Got a girlfriend named "Rustbucket," got a mistress named "Boost" Got a side piece named "That Jump Nobody's Made But Watch This" You want a ride? Get in line. Three seats total: One for me, one for ammo, one for the trophy I stole Ain't no hero comin'. Ain't no cavalry ride. Just a lunatic in a death trap offerin' you a Catch-A-Ride. --- [HOOK FINAL] Catch-A-Ride — last call, last chance If you're slow, you're ghost — them's the rules of the dance Catch-A-Ride — if you hear the horn That ain't a warning, that's a promise, that's a storm When the dust settles and the engine goes cold You can say you rode with the craziest soul this dust ever sold. --- [OUTRO] [Ellie's voice:] "You owe me six hundred for the axle. Pay up, speed racer." Cash hits counter. Engine roars. Tires screech. Fade.
Tags
male vault hunter, female Ellie, southern hip-hop, trap metal, Nerdcore
Duration
2:38
Instrumental
No
Created
3/28/2026