[Verse 1]
It’s Wednesday night and the house lights low
Kids in bed, I got a long way to go
Boots on the carpet, headset tight
Loggin’ in with the boys for a make‑believe fight
John’s too fast, says we need to catch up
Time to pit, can’t fuck up
That car on the track ain’t High Rize this time
It’s a cold little ghost holdin’ his line
[Chorus]
Wednesday on 570 race night
Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do
I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend
Tryna shake the day off before it starts again
If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through
That’s life on 570 race night
[Verse 2]
David’s got that double‑flag grin
Says he’s half up north, half way back again
Talks kinda quiet, like he’s got a wire tapped in
Hell, he might be watchin’ more than just the race we’re in
Jeremiah’s late, says the oven died
But he’ll fix it, then he’ll take his ride
Got a fridge on a dolly in the kitchen hall
And a bright red dream sittin’ in his garage stall (hey)
[Chorus]
Wednesday nights with the 570 crew
Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do
I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend
Tryna shake the day off before it starts again
If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through
That’s life with the 570 crew
[Bridge]
Momma says “go on, I’ll tuck ‘em in”
“You been workin’ all week, boy, try to get a win”
So I kiss her goodnight, close the bedroom door
Then I’m right back talkin’ to the same old four
Edwin is already loud on the old voice chat
Calls you a motherfucker, cocksucker, and that’s just that
You laugh ‘cause you know that’s his twisted grace
Like a slap on the back in this plastic place (oh yeah)
[Verse 3]
Grid’s all set and my hands get tight
Heart beats hard for a fake little fight
‘Cause first turn comes like a heart attack
When that orange McLaren’s breathin’ down your back
If he’s in the mirrors, better say your prayers
He’ll dive so deep, you’ll be chokin’ on air
Might be pixels, might be pride
Either way, you better go wide
[Chorus]
Wednesday nights with the 570 crew
Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do
I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend
Tryna shake the day off before it starts again
If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through
That’s life with the 570 crew
[Outro]
Someday these hands won’t hold this wheel
Someday this all won’t feel so real
But until that checkered flag comes due
I’ll be here on Wednesday
With the 570 crew
