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Lyrics
[Verse]
Tracks hotter than a skillet, wheels burning the slate,
Dale Junior on the grind, never tempted by fate.
Pops left the world in a flash, Daytona in '01,
But his shadow rides shotgun, legacy ain't done.
Helmet strapped tight, got the spirit in the pit,
Engine growling deep, yeah, the Earnhardt grit.
Ghost in the draft, you can feel the breeze,
Victory laps ain't easy, but revenge comes with ease.
[Chorus]
Through the smoke, through the tears,
Junior driving past the fears.
For the name, for the crown,
Daytona rises, can't stay down.
[Verse 2]
Eyes locked on the checkered, heart heavy with weight,
Carving his name on the asphalt slate.
2001 took a king, left a prince in the dust,
But the Earnhardt bloodline, in horsepower we trust.
Rubbin's racing, but grief hits harder,
Chasing ghosts, every lap gets smarter.
Fans in the stands, they're screaming his name,
Dale Junior rides on, forever in the game.
[Prechorus]
Engines roar, but the silence still screams,
Car 8 chasing dreams, ripping through seams.
Details
GeneratedNov 3, 2025
Duration1:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, rap, gritty beats with 808s and haunting piano loops, hard-hitting
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v5
Prompt
Dale Junior and his racing career and how his dad passed away in 2001 at Daytona and how he came back for the revenge, male, rap
