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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gas tank half full, but the vibe stay maxed
Crumbs on the seat from the last snack attack
Windows down, air like a slap to the face
Maps tossed out, no lines, no trace
Backseat crew, they laugh, they scheme
Front seat DJ spinning road trip dreams
Dashboard dust dances in the sunbeam
Freedom tastes better than ice cream
[Chorus]
No plan, no map, just the open road
Stories we ain't told, yeah, we overload
Laughin' at the signs as they blur and explode
No plan, no map, just the open road
[Verse 2]
Hoodie's my cape, I’m the hero of the wheel
Snacks in my holster, lunchbox concealed
Tires hum hymns to the gods of speed
Weeds whip past, green on repeat
Exit ramps tempt, but we never concede
Billboards shout dreams, but we don’t need
Radio static, a beatbox symphony
Every mile's a verse in our epic spree
[Prechorus]
What’s around the bend?
Does it matter, my friend?
Let’s chase the never-end
Details
GeneratedAug 11, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, heavy bassline with playful synths, rap, lively
Credits
Prompt byVintageJam748
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A lively song about a spontaneous road trip with friends, with no destination in mind, just the open road, male, studio, rap
