Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came up on the edge
With a chipped front tooth
Schoolbook torn apart
And a fist full of truth
They said pipe down, boy
Stay in your lane
I learned quick how to bite
Through the ache and the rain
Concrete on my shoes
Dust on my tongue
Every scar that I wear
Got me feeling less young
You want tame, I want fire
Want sleep, I want noise
I was made for the crack
In the room when I walk in, boys
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up, back up
I don't fold
Heart like iron
Blood runs cold
One more push
Then the wall breaks
Say my name now
Watch the floor shake
[Chorus]
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
We don't sit still
We come through the under
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
If you want the truth
Better brace for the wonder
(Backseat thunder)
(Backseat thunder)
[Verse 2]
Got a redlined pulse
And a broken grin
Every time they shut a door
I just kick it in
I don't need a crown
I don't need a throne
Just a crowded little room
Where the wild gets known
I been slammed by doubt
I been cut by shame
Still I spit out smoke
When they call my name
You can keep that clean
You can keep that neat
I got grease on my hands
And a war in my teeth
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up, back up
I don't fold
Heart like iron
Blood runs cold
One more push
Then the wall breaks
Say my name now
Watch the floor shake
[Chorus]
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
We don't sit still
We come through the under
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
If you want the truth
Better brace for the wonder
(Backseat thunder)
(Backseat thunder)
[Bridge]
Let it crack
Let it roar
I was built for the slam
And the slam wants more
No soft exit
No safe skin
When the night gets loud
I get mean again
[Final Chorus]
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
We don't sit still
We come through the under
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
If you want the truth
Better brace for the wonder
Backseat thunder
Backseat thunder
We don't sit still
We come through the under
(Backseat thunder)
(Backseat thunder)
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration3:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap-rock hard rock with aggressive mid-tempo bounce, palm-muted guitar riffs under trap-adjacent drums and big tom fills; verse rides tight rap phrasing over stripped guitars, pre-chorus opens with rising gang shouts and snare pushes, chorus hits with wide shouted melody and stacked doubles. Vocal is gritty, close-mic in verses, yelled hooks with ad-lib panning. Ear candy: reverse cymbal swells, gear-shift stops, and a final riff tag. Mix is loud, punchy, and raw, rap, hard rock, rock
Credits
Prompt by
Batman
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Prompt
rap, rock, hard rock
