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Lyrics
[Intro]
Spotlights on the clay
Old scars in the red dirt
Fifty-eight years of the same last name
Grinding through the same turn
[Verse 1]
Granddad laid it down
On a busted farm truck frame
Hammered steel, backyard wrench
Kerosene and faith
Dad ran it like a sermon
Every Sunday, every June
Told me, “Boy, this track remembers
How you talk with what you do”
[Pre-Chorus]
Now it’s
H2 logo on the side
Gas fumes in my eyes
I can taste those family nights
In the dust that we survived
[Chorus]
High octane, heart in my throat
H2 Motorsports in my soul
Forty-two flyin’ like a bullet through smoke
Pink fifty-five, that legend still rolls
Fifty-eight years on this same red road
We don’t quit, we don’t coast
High octane, dirt-track halo
This is bloodline, this is home
[Verse 2]
Pink fifty-five, that wild paint job
Used to say it looked too soft
Till they saw it in the corner
Never lift, never lost
Now I’m strapped in the forty-two
Same pit crew, same old crew chief
Says, “Run your race, trust that wheel
Make ‘em earn every inch they keep” (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Engines scream like a choir
Steel sparks, midnight fire
I hear granddad in the grandstand
Saying, “Push it higher”
[Chorus]
High octane, heart in my throat
H2 Motorsports in my soul
Forty-two flyin’ like a bullet through smoke
Pink fifty-five, that legend still rolls
Fifty-eight years on this same red road
We don’t quit, we don’t coast
High octane, dirt-track halo
This is bloodline, this is home
[Bridge]
Rap:
Clay on my visor, knuckles are white
Whole damn family packed in for the night
Number forty-two, I’m the edge of the knife
Chasin’ that ghost in the pink spotlight
Can you feel that roar in your chest? (yeah)
Every lap, we’re chasin’ respect
Fifty-eight seasons of sweat on this fence
Turn three’s church, turn four’s my test
[Chorus]
High octane, heart in my throat
H2 Motorsports in my soul
Forty-two flyin’ like a bullet through smoke
Pink fifty-five, that legend still rolls
Fifty-eight years on this same red road
We don’t quit, we don’t coast
High octane, dirt-track halo
This is bloodline, this is home (this is home, this is home)
[Outro]
Pink fifty-five in the stories
Forty-two under these lights
Family name on the trophy
Same dirt, same fire, same fight
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Epic rap-country hybrid over symphonic metal bed: distorted guitars and double-kick under twangy banjo and fiddle, cinematic strings hitting accents. Male vocals switching between gravelly country melodies and aggressive rap cadences, gang shouts on the hook, huge halftime drop in the last chorus with stacked harmonies and choral “whoa”s., country, symphonic metal
Credits
Prompt byWildthing42
ModelAria v5
Prompt
High octane dirt track racing H2 motorsports #42 and a legendary pink #55 58 years of family tradition , rap, country, symphonic metal
