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[Intro]
Flip flops
On hot tar
Cooler in the trunk
Headed to the yard, yeah
[Verse 1]
Scratch-tree glow
I’m staged in the sun
Arm out the window
Like I already won
Flip phone buzzing
Side bets in the dust
Dial in taped
On the glass, in rust
Kids in the bed
Of a beat-up Ford
Sunflower seeds
On the floorboard
Speaker in the cooler
Playing old stuff loud
We just chase that green
And the roar of the crowd
[Chorus]
Bracket racing in the summer
Same lane, new number
Win light hit and we jump up
Whole crew go dumb, turn it up, turn it up
Long nights on the race track
Burnout smoke in my snapback
Sunset gold on the grandstand
This my home, this my game plan
[Verse 2]
Count down
Deep stage, heart race
Sweat drip, lip bite
Mask on my face
Prepped lane sticky
Tires talk back
Foot-brake finessing
Keep it on track
Grill smoke curling
Over pit-row jokes
Timing slips folded
In my back pocket, soaked
Grandma in the shade
With the big brim hat
She been cashing checks
Since way, way back (facts)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yellow, yellow, green
Freeze that scene
Every light flash
Is a brand new dream
From the junior drag kids
To the old school vets
We all chase time
And respect on the slip we get
Night air thick
With rubber and pride
That first-round win
Hit harder than life
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration2:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Sun-baked hip-hop with swung drums, thick bass, and chopped guitar licks. Verses ride a confident pocket with tight triplet flows and ad-libs; hook opens up with sing-rap chant vocals and crowd stomps. Subtle synth pads and vinyl crackle under the track, plus hype gang shouts on the final chorus., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byLastChance
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about bracket racing, summer, the race track, rap, hip hop
