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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Streetlights drip gold, asphalt my cathedral,
Confession in the engine growl, the preacher ain't peaceful.
Tires sing soprano, rubber burn recital,
Pavement my scripture, speed the gospel, no rival.
Skyline sittin' pretty, body black as a crow,
Blue flames kiss the night, from the pipes they flow.
Hopes deep as your pockets? Bet your stacks ain't infinite,
Rev high, tach red, hear the devil in it.
[Prechorus]
Nitrous whispers—ghost in the manifold,
Adrenaline spikes, my soul's been oversold.
[Chorus]
Skyline dreams, where the moonlight gleams,
Turbo scream, break the seams, life's extreme.
Fuel pump my heartbeat, throttle my prayer,
In the rearview, just smoke and despair.
[Verse 2]
Hood up, wrench in hand, call me the surgeon,
Boost pressure risin’, horses convergin’.
Every corner's a promise, every straight a threat,
Death winks in the distance, but I ain't stopped yet.
Turbo spoolin'—heartbeat's percussion,
Shift quick, no discussion, pure combustion.
Each gear's a hymn, RPMs hit crescendo,
Life's a quarter mile, blink and it's the end, though.
Details
GeneratedDec 23, 2025
Duration1:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, high-energy, gritty, trap-infused, bass-heavy, deep
Credits
Prompt byBoostedStang
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Street racing is my confession, line them up, hope your pockets deep, this skyline ready to spool, blue flames out the exhaust, rap
