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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dead school dirt bike, parked by the chain-link
Seat got rips, whole frame got a mean lean
Bell on the bars, but it don't ring clean
I was twelve with a plan and a scratched-up dream
Backyard mud, then the alley to the lot
Shifting too hard, made the whole thing rock
Lunch bell hit, I was gone from the block
You could hear me comin' from a mile when I locked
Kicked up dust by the soda shop
Old front tire still don't know how to stop
Moms yelled loud, but I smiled a lot
That two-stroke cough was the only talk I got
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold tight, don't blink
I was half gone before I could think
Chain snapped once, still I stayed on
If it broke down, I made it run on
[Chorus]
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Rattle and shine
I made it mine
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Burn out the pain
Then I ride again
[Verse 2]
Chain oil black on my knuckles and jeans
Chrome so dull, still it caught the street
No clean ride, just a kid and his speed
Felt like a king on a bent-up steed
One red light, then I cut through the yard
Fence got low, so I played it hard
Every scar on it told my part
Every bad day got left in the dark
Now when I hear that cold-start crack
I remember dirt and a paper sack
Tiny engine, but it gave me back
A little more heart when the world went flat
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold tight, don't blink
I was half gone before I could think
Chain snapped once, still I stayed on
If it broke down, I made it run on
[Chorus]
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Rattle and shine
I made it mine
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Burn out the pain
Then I ride again
[Bridge]
Took the long way home
With the moon on the track
Old beat-up frame
Still I bring it back
[Chorus]
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Rattle and shine
I made it mine
Dead school dirt bike
Dead school dirt bike
Burn out the pain
Then I ride again
Details
GeneratedMay 31, 2026
Duration2:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap with rugged boom-bap bounce and a dusty trap pocket, punchy drums and thick bass; verse rolls dense and conversational, pre-chorus tightens with claps and a rising synth pull, chorus hits with chanty repeats and gang ad-libs on the title phrase. Vocal is dry and close-mic in verses, doubled on the hook, with quick delay throws on key words. Ear candy: tire-squeal fills, filtered risers, and a brief brake-chime transition. Mix is gritty, bright, and hard-hitting., rap
Credits
Prompt byPopComet522
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dead school dirt bike, rap
