Backyard concrete, busted knuckles and laughs,
Hand-me-down spanners, oil stains on our hands.
No fancy sheds, just a flickering light,
Radio crackling low through the dead of the night.
We learned real quick how to make it work,
Wreckers runs, chasing parts through the dirt.
Six packs split just to buy some fuel,
Dreams bigger than wallets, but we still played it cool.
They said slow down, said it won’t last long,
But we kept wrenching, proved them wrong.
Working on cars with my mates all night,
Rubber in the air, under streetlight shine.
Big V8s roaring, six-cyl turbos scream,
Living for the rush, chasing horsepower dreams.
Didn’t have much growing up, yeah we came from nothing,
Now look at us go, man we’re really living.
Skids on the weekend, racing till dawn,
From broke kids with dreams to legends reborn.
First skid pan session, heart beating fast,
Clutch dumps, limiter, learning from the past.
Missed gears, blown diffs, lessons were rough,
But every mistake just made us more tough.
Neighbours complained, cops rolled slow,
We packed it up quick then found somewhere to go.
Laughing it off with a plan for the next,
Another late night, another group text.
No silver spoons, no easy way,
Just sweat, swear words, and pay-day pay.
Working on cars with my mates all night,
Grease on our jeans, eyes burning bright.
Big V8 thunder shaking the ground,
Boosted sixes whining, best damn sound.
Didn’t have much growing up, counting every cent,
Now we toast to the grind and the road we went.
Skids on the weekend, racing till dawn,
From backyard builds to something strong.
I remember nights eating two-minute noodles,
Talking big dreams like we were fools.
Now it’s polished paint and fresh-cut tyres,
Still the same crew, still chasing fire.
Money comes and goes but the memories stay,
Same boys, same laughs, just a better day.
Sun coming up, smoke hanging thick,
Burnout scars where we let it rip.
Engines ticking as they cool down slow,
Stories getting bigger every place we go.
From first cars clapped to builds done right,
We earned every win, every sleepless night.
If it all disappeared, I’d still be proud,
Because we built this life, loud and proud.
Working on cars with my mates all night,
From dirt-poor days to this fast life.
Big V8 power, turbo six boost,
Still chasing speed like we used to.
Didn’t have much growing up, but we never quit,
Now we’re living proof that grit is it.
Skids, races, laughter till dawn,
Started with nothing — now look what we’re on.
So here’s to the nights and the mates that stayed,
To every broken part and plan we made.
If tomorrow’s gone, I’ll still say loud,
We came from nothing — look at us now.
