Boost Season. Turn the key. Hear that turbo wake up. This one’s for the ones who built it. Started in the garage with a dream and a plan. Grease on my hands, now they know who I am. Every late night turned a lesson to a win. Every setback fueled the fire from within. K Civic on boost, turbo singing clean, Integra tucked low, looks mean. Our cars in the carwash lined up, ready for our opps to pull up. We waiting on what excuse they going to come up with.we never chased clout, never chased fame. Just chasing that next pull, that next name. Hook. Hartford slowest ready,Boost season, pedal down, let the turbo scream. Built every piece from a backyard dream. Hear us coming when the wastegates blow. Boost season, we ain’t backing down. From the first wrench turn to the victory lap now. Verse two: Windows down, summer night air, motormouth talking every time I dare. Crew all loud, trash talk for fun. Then the light turns green, time to run. Every scar under the hood tells truth. Can’t fake that sweat, can’t fake that youth. Some chase numbers, we chased our time. Respect to every build, every heart, every grind. No rented image, no borrowed pride. Just a real one horsepower mind. Boost season, pedal down, let the turbo scream. Built every piece from a backyard dream. We have Civics, Integras, Audis, BMW,sc300 to is300in a row bring what you got we always want the smoke. Hear us coming when the wastegates blow. Boost season, we ain’t backing down. From the first wrench turn to the victory lap now. Bridge: “No matter where you started, keep chasing that goal. Horsepower’s cool, but heart’s what makes you whole.” Final hook. Boost season, echoing through town. From the Civic to the Integra, Audi holding it down. Turn the key, let the whole world see the dream under the hood finally free. Verse two with the new lines woven in: “Windows down, summer night air, engine talking back every time I dare. Crew all laughing, talking trash for fun, then summer night, the light turns green, time to make that run. They talked big when we rolled in the gate. Now they’re checking classifieds, saying, ‘Man, I can’t relate.’ We kept building, they fell behind, now they’re selling off their rides, trying to change their mind. Every scar under the hood tells truth, can’t fake that sweat, can’t fake that proof. Some chase clout, we stayed on the grind. Built these dreams one wrench at a time. No rented image, no borrowed pride, just real dedication every single ride. When the turbo starts singing and the boost hits hard, the rivals throw in the towel and put ‘for sale’ on their car.”shout out to my team junior,j dog, Julio,Jhood,Elvis,and Edwin. Ps to our OPPS, don’t forget to turn on your fan or cool down your wastegate spring or make sure your computer don’t freeze..hahahahaha
