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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Under the lights, the engines growl,
The smell of rubber, it's a racing howl.
The crowd’s alive, they're on their feet,
A roar like thunder, a heartbeat beat.
[Chorus]
Short track fever, it’s burning inside,
The thrill of the chase, the joy of the ride.
Tires screamin’, hearts racin’ fast,
Live for the moment, forget the past.
[Verse 2]
A hundred laps, each turn’s a fight,
The dirt and sparks, they light the night.
Knuckles white on a worn-out wheel,
You feel alive, you feel so real.
[Prechorus]
Each lap's a gamble, a daring chance,
Life’s a blur in a tire-spin dance.
[Chorus]
Short track fever, it’s burning inside,
The thrill of the chase, the joy of the ride.
Tires screamin’, hearts racin’ fast,
Live for the moment, forget the past.
[Bridge]
Wind in your face, grit in your teeth,
A rebel’s dream underneath your feet.
The finish line’s close, you taste the win,
But it's the race itself where it all begins.
Details
GeneratedJul 13, 2025
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
with driving acoustic guitar, country, and roaring fiddle fills, steady drums
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v4
Prompt
Country short, track, racing, and how fun it is, especially if you’re on the track the smell of the tires the roar of the crowd makes you pumped what it’s like to be a short track racer
