Gasoline Veins

Verse 1

Green lights feel like opening nights

But there’s no curtain call in sight

The scripted lines may be the muse to my soul

But the race lines trace my very being whole

Back then I danced in borrowed light

Lipstick brave, but hands held tight

Applause would echo in my chest

Yet something restless never let me rest

Pre-Chorus

I once saw pride and envy in the curtain wings

Whispers dressed in diamond rings

Now I see it through my visored gaze

Reflected back in sharper ways

Chorus

Gasoline veins, I don’t burn the same

No spotlight needed to spell my name

Engines roar where they used to cheer

Now I choose when they draw me near

Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline

It’s liquid fire running through me

Green lights flash, I don’t explain

I found my edge in gasoline veins

Verse 2

Still my love for Italy rises

From Capezio to Ferrari’s prizes

From Salvatore stitched in grace

To Leclerc chasing first place

Silk once wrapped around my skin

Now leather hums where lace had been

The stage was sweet but this feels raw

Grip the wheel and bend the law

Pre-Chorus

They used to watch me spin on cue

Now I fly when the lights turn blue

No jealous eyes in hidden space

Just speed and silence I embrace

Chorus

Gasoline veins, I don’t burn the same

No borrowed heat, no borrowed flame

Tires scream like a hungry crowd

But this applause don’t feel so loud

Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline

It’s confidence dressed in machine

Green lights rise, no chains remain

I was a girl, now gasoline veins

Bridge

Sequins fade but fire stays

I shed the glitter, kept the blaze

From theatre wings to racing lines

I rewrote fate between the signs

No more dancing to be adored

I chase the curve, I chase the roar

And every lap I break the frame

Of who I was before the flame

Final Chorus (Stripped Back then Full Beat Drop)

Gasoline veins…

Green lights feel like opening nights…

Gasoline veins, I own the flame

No crown required to rule the game

Applause was sweet but speed is truth

I met my woman where I left my youth

Whether it’s adrenaline or gasoline

It’s who I am, not who I’ve been

No curtain falls, no waiting stage

Just throttle heart and turning page

Gasoline veins.