Eight Second High

[Verse 1]
Dust mask on
Knuckles split
Red dirt tongue
Ticket stub
Back lot
Neon dust
Eight seconds 'til we combust
Cash in a crumpled fist
Boots on the rail
Teeth grit
Gate man grins
"you ready
Kid?"
I ain't here to live safe
I live big
[Chorus]
It's that eight second high
Ride or die
White line halo in my eyes
Heartbeat breaking through the sky
One more spin
Maybe this time I fly
Eight second high
Roll the dice
Every scar another sacrifice
I don't pray
I just hold tight
One more motherfucking eight second ride
[Verse 2]
Moonshine burn
Backseat buzz
Blackout nights
Wake up cut
Leather glove
Rope burn smile
Sin on sin in a small-town mile
She's on the rail in a ripped black tee
Laughing like the world can't bleed
Says
"you crash
I crash
We both go"
Kiss tastes like blood and smoke
[Chorus]
It's that eight second high
Ride or die
White line halo in my eyes
Heartbeat breaking through the sky
One more spin
Maybe this time I fly
Eight second high
Roll the dice
Every scar another sacrifice
I don't pray
I just hold tight
One more motherfucking eight second ride
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to toms
Vocals half-whispered then building]
If this is hell
Then light the fuse
If this is heaven
I refuse
Give me the dirt
The horns
The hate
Every heartbeat on a borrowed plate
Count it down
Eight
Seven
Six
Whole damn world
On the end of this twist
[Chorus]
It's that eight second high
Ride or die
White line halo in my eyes
Heartbeat breaking through the sky
One more spin
Maybe this time I fly
Eight second high
Roll the dice
Every scar another sacrifice
I don't pray
I just hold tight
One more motherfucking eight second ride

metal, Modern metal with southern grit; dropped-tuned guitars chugging in half-time verses, then double-time gallop on choruses. Male vocals, mix of snarled screams and gritty melodic hooks. Tom-heavy drums, pick slides, and pinch harmonics accent the bull-riding chaos; gang shouts on key phrases. Brief halftime breakdown before final chorus to make the hook hit harder.