Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grease on my fingers Salt on your lips You laugh at the danger I step on it Drive-thru halo Wrapped in your hair Bite marks Bite marks Everywhere [Chorus] Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite We hit that back seat Blacked-out Torn apart Too hot to make it through the night Yeah You taste like wrong decisions Burning rubber Bad intentions Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Neon on your collar Ketchup on your thigh You’re licking off the evidence I’m shifting up the drive Laughing at the warning Windows rattling loose You’re screaming out the chorus I’m ripping off your shoes (hey!) [Chorus] Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite We hit that back seat Blacked-out Torn apart Too hot to make it through the night Yeah You taste like wrong decisions Burning rubber Bad intentions Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite [Bridge] Louder Louder Till the speakers break Harder Harder Till our bodies shake You say “don’t stop” With your nails in my skin Another mile Another sin [Chorus] Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite We hit that back seat Blacked-out Torn apart Too hot to make it through the night Yeah You taste like wrong decisions Burning rubber Bad intentions Fast food Fast hands Fast cars Fast heart You feed my redline appetite (oh yeah)
Tags
rock, Aggressive crossover of alternative rock guitars and electro energy; male vocals push from a sneering talk-sing in the verses to a shout-along, gang-backed chorus. Gritty riff anchors the track while side-chained synths pulse under a four-on-the-floor kick, then double-time fills explode into the hook. Brief distorted bass drop before the last chorus, tom build and stacked harmonies slamming the ending., male vocals, loud, alternative rock, edm, hard rock, electro
Duration
3:20
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026