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Lyrics
Engines screamin' , brothers in a tight, fast pack.
John Miller in the mirrors filling in the back
Every kind of weather the sky has to throw..
Rain stinging like bees
Snow and sleet on the ground, still hittin' those turns,
Road reaching for your knees
Straight flat runs
Testing your needle, looking down and seeing 120.
Then mountains with curves dripping down like honey
You keep ridin' to calm your blackened soul,
that's what you fucking need,
Or so it fucking seems
Lighting fires all the way,
Burning through your dreams
Then Moses rolls in with all his boys,
Ridin' hard with their organized, thunderin' toys
Now you have 30
Ridin' hard
Ridin' dirty
No destination in mind you lean back and enjoy the ride,
Moses out front
John still in the back,
Westside tommy by your side
We're livin' on the edge to keep ourselves centered.
Thinking back to when this fucking life we entered.
You keep ridin' to calm your blackened soul,
that's what you fucking need,
Or so it fucking seems
Lighting fires all the way,
Burning through your dreams
We've pushed on through
The weather changed, and the sky's turned from black to blue.
All the slush melting away
Everyone thinking..
It's gonna be a good day!
Details
GeneratedMar 1, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Heavy hard metal, aggressive guitar riffs, part sung part screamed, live stadium, rough and gritty, heavy metal, loud
Credits
Prompt by
PulseJam233
PulseJam233ModelAria v5
