Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse]
Rubber burns, paint trades, sparks in the night
Four wide, no space, chaos in sight
Engines scream louder than a banshee’s cry
Victory or flames, one slip, you fly
Crowd roars like thunder, fists in the air
Grip the wheel tight, feel the tension tear
Heartbeats skip like stones on a lake
One wrong move, and it’s metal that breaks
[Chorus]
Four wide fury, living on the edge
Rubbin’s racing, carving out a wedge
Thriving in the madness, lead or fall behind
Short track survival, where the bold rewind
[Verse 2]
Bumper taps, rivals snap, tempers ignite
Fighting for inches, redline delights
You climb to the front, the hero of the lap
Next turn comes, and your dreams collapse
Crash lands hard, body aches with regret
Crumpled steel whispers, "Not done yet"
Pit crew patchwork, scars on the frame
Back to the grind, it's a never-ending game
[Bridge]
Fenders bent, but the spirit stays unshaken
Every lap’s a gamble, odds keep changin’
Sweat drips heavy, mixing with the grease
A gladiator’s battle, war never sees peace
Details
GeneratedOct 23, 2025
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty, aggressive; driving bassline with sharp hi-hats and distorted synth stabs to match the chaos of short track racing, up-tempo, rap
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v4
Prompt
Short track racing how there’s gonna be some moments that you’re down and how sometimes you’re gonna thrive fight to be in the lead how crazy it is to go for wide and how bad it hurts to crash, rap
