Flat Black Dreams

[Verse]
Mud flyin', Busch cans crack open,
03 Vic screamin', them tires ain't jokin'.
Flat black paint, dreams dipped in primer,
Small block Chevy, the soul of a climber.
Roundbacks crushin', derby kings crowned,
Amish pointys cuttin', throwin' sparks around.
Checks cashed quicker than a tire can burn,
The dirt track's church, and we all take turns.
[Chorus]
Flat black dreams, screamin' through the night,
Mud-soaked glory, under derby lights.
Cashin' checks, we ain’t breakin’ no seams,
Livin’ life wild in these flat black dreams.
[Verse 2]
Wagon tails waggin', bumpers hang loose,
Front end smilin', knockin' screws loose.
Two Busch Lights deep, got the crowd all rowdy,
Engine howls louder than a coyote Audi.
Shirt torn, grease stains, knuckles all split,
Life’s a demolition, ain’t no time to quit.
Screamin’ small blocks, that sound’s my hymn,
Victory’s the taste, cold beer to the brim.
[Chorus]
Flat black dreams, screamin' through the night,
Mud-soaked glory, under derby lights.
Cashin' checks, we ain’t breakin’ no seams,
Livin’ life wild in these flat black dreams.

gritty, stomping basslines driving energy, flat, country, steel guitar riffs blending with trap hi-hats, country rap, twangy; banjo picking meets heavy 808s, light, rap