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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yellow streak
Under fairground lights
Butler dust
Breathin’ in my life (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Forty-two on the side of that wild thing
Name sprayed crooked with a gold-wing
Saturday, small town, whole crowd sing
Cooler in the bed of a short-bed, tailgate swing
Grandstand buzzin’, kids on the fence
Mud on my boots and a grin so bent
Prayin’ that the wrench that I tied with a zip-tie holds
’Cause we built this mean machine from rust and hope
[Chorus]
Yellow 42, wild thing is back
Throwin’ dirt like a storm on the track
If I lose it, I lose it, I’m fine with that
I was born for the roar, for the slide, for the smack
Yellow 42, hear ’em shout my name
Saturday night, gasoline in my veins
If I wreck, then I wreck, I ain’t holdin’ back
’Cause I only feel alive in the fight of the pack
[Verse 2]
Country boy drawl with a chip on my lip
Rap that grid talk, “you don’t want this trip” (nah)
Rock in my chest like a kick-drum hit
Mama say “pray”, Daddy say “don’t lift”
Green flag drop and my heart goes black
Just a tunnel and the turn and the tail-end gap
Slide job throwin’ sparks on the guardrail edge
Say a quick hymn while I flirt with the ledge
[Chorus]
Yellow 42, wild thing is back
Throwin’ dirt like a storm on the track
If I lose it, I lose it, I’m fine with that
I was born for the roar, for the slide, for the smack
Yellow 42, hear ’em shout my name
Saturday night, gasoline in my veins
If I wreck, then I wreck, I ain’t holdin’ back
’Cause I only feel alive in the fight of the pack
[Bridge]
[Strings swell, choir hums under spoken vocal]
Lights dim, last lap, white flag flyin’
Whole place standin’, hearts all climbin’
If this is the night that I don’t come through
Tell ’em I went out chasin’ that yellow 42 (oh)
[Chorus]
Yellow 42, wild thing is back
Throwin’ dirt like a storm on the track
If I lose it, I lose it, I’m fine with that
I was born for the roar, for the slide, for the smack
Yellow 42, hear ’em shout my name
Saturday night, gasoline in my veins
If I wreck, then I wreck, I ain’t holdin’ back
’Cause I only feel alive when I’m runnin’ that pack (yeah)
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, High-octane country-rap crossover with male vocals; chugging rock guitars locked to a swaggering trap-meets-two-step groove. Choruses explode into symphonic metal—double kicks, string stabs, and choir hits. Verses stay tight and rhythmic, 808-weighted low end under banjo and slide flourishes. Big gang vocals on the hook, crowd chants baked into the mix, engines and dirt-track ambience tucked tastefully in the intro and turnarounds., rock, country, symphonic metal
Credits
Prompt byWildthing42
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Yellow number 42 wild thing is back Butler motor Speedway Saturday nights dirt track racing, country rap, rock, symphonic metal
