[“FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK”]
[INTRO – Spoken + FX]
[Kid Voice (8 y.o., wild tone)]
“I don’t know much about the brakes…, only PUSSIES …use the brakes!”
[VERSE 1 – Gritty vocal, mid tempo, minor twang]
I got chain grease on my boots,
Scars in places you can’t tattoo.
This throttle don’t forgive mistakes,
But I twist it like I got nothin’ to lose.
Burnin’ tires with my friends by my side,
Every wreck and jump just feeds the ride.
This ain’t no sport so baby hold my beer—
My heart pumps 2 stroke and my soul’s stuck in high gear.
[CHORUS – Yell it, anthemic, pounding drums]
FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK!
Let the dirt decide my fate!
Cracked ribs, no brakes — I ain’t built to hesitate!
Roost in my wake,
I ride like somethin’ God forgot to tame…
FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK!
[VERSE 2 – Faster flow, growl in delivery]
I don’t hear fear in the noise,
Just the echo of rebel boys.
We don’t pray, we don’t cry —
We just send it and hope we fly.
Helmet on, heart in flames,
Grim reaper ridin’ in my lane.
If I crash and burn bury me proud,
‘Cause I rode it fast and loud.
[CHORUS – Louder, add background harmonies]
FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK!
Let my bones and engine shake!
Every fall just fuels the fight, I was born to detonate!
I don’t ride for fame —
I ride to best what can’t be tamed…
FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK!
[BRIDGE – Instrumental Breakdown + FX]
[Guitar Solo: 10 seconds – squealing bends + sliding whammy]
[FINAL CHORUS – Half-time breakdown into speed-up]
FULL THROTTLE ‘TIL I BREAK!
[OUTRO – Fade out]
“His bike is made from melted down P.B.R.! Ain’t nothing’ stronger than that!”
nightwerks
