

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Keys on the pegboard Grease on my hands Maps in the glovebox We already planned [Verse 1] I grew up in dashboards Dad shifting through the gears Every mile a story Every burnout cheers That first crooked sticker On my cracked rear glass Learned to love the redline More than any class [Pre-Chorus] This isn’t metal and paint It’s the pulse in my chest When the world feels small I just press for the rest [Chorus] Full tank hearts We were born on the backroads Every scar on the bumper Is a memory we drove It’s more than cars It’s the families we chose Full tank hearts Till the day the engine blows [Rap Verse] I don’t flex with a chain, I flex chrome on the curb Got the meet at the lot, every lane, every nerd From the rust on the frame to the carbon on the lip We respect every build, every busted little whip Yeah, we talk with the torque Convos in the clutch Red light therapy When the world hits too much Parking lot sermons Hoods up, hoodies on We stay late, stay loud Till the sunrise yawn [Chorus] [Verse 2] She leans in the window Laughing, “You shift too hard” But she rides every Sunday Through the strip mall yards Her eyeliner racing My hands on the wheel Two ghosts in the headlights Chasing something real [Pre-Chorus] It’s the three a.m. runs When we chase down the doubt If you know, then you know What this life’s all about [Chorus] [Rap Bridge] From the junkyard kings to the showroom queens We’re the outcast crew with the gasoline dreams Every scrape on the lip, every scrape on the soul We rebuild, repaint, come back for control Got the torque-talk, pit-stop, late-night tribe When the world says “grow up,” we just tighten the ride This culture’s our compass, the key in the door Turn it once, feel it hit Hear the crowd roar [Bridge][female vocal, soaring] To the ones under streetlights Bleeding knuckles in the cold To the kids trading parts More precious than gold We are more than a hobby We’re a rolling home Every convoy at midnight Says you’re never alone [Chorus] [Outro][gang vocals] Full tank hearts (engines singing our names) Full tank hearts (we’re the love in the lanes) Full tank hearts (till the last light goes) Full tank hearts Till the engine blows
Tags
rap, Modern post-hardcore with dueling male/female vocals, big dynamic swings: palm-muted guitars in the verses, then explode into wide, octave leads and gang shouts in the chorus. Double-kick and snappy snare push the energy; occasional half-time drops for weight. Rap sections ride an aggressive, syncopated groove with filtered guitars and sub-bass pulsing underneath. Massive layered hook on the chorus, with call-and-response lines and a final shout-along outro.
3:30
No
1/10/2026