[Intro] Keys on the counter Trembling hands Weekend warrior Living in the stands Cold brew, cold start Breath in the air Redline heartbeat Calling me there [Verse 1] Mom’s old hatchback First scratch on the door Burned out clutch Sleeping on the floor Oil stain halos Under these jeans Every scar on my knuckles Came from chasing speed [Pre-Chorus] Every on-ramp feels like freedom Every backroad feels like home I got family at the pit wall Even when I roll in alone [Chorus] I got a redline in my veins Highway running through my brain I don’t feel alive Till the tires scream my name Gas on my hands like a prayer Burning my doubts in the air This ain’t a phase It’s a life built out of lanes [Verse 2] Night meet parking lot Chrome under stars Laughter in exhaust clouds Stories in the scars She’s in the driver’s seat Liner on her eyes Heel-toe magic While the city blurs by [Pre-Chorus] We’re the ghosts of yellow lines Chasing dawn in stolen time If the tank’s got one last drop Then our hearts don’t get to stop [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register, male] If I ever lose my way Follow the tread marks back to me It’s the only map I trust It’s the only thing I need [female vocals, soaring] From the paddock to the graveyard shift Every paycheck, every drift Every friendship built on grit Every promise in that lift [crescendo] Count it down Three… two… Hold your breath [Rap Feature] I was raised on the rumble, not white picket fences Learned faith from the flags and the torque in the wrenches Every turn, every skid, every close-call lesson Turned fear into grip, made the wheel my confession Got my crew in the pits, yelling, “Push that limit!” Every lap, new life, cram years in a minute You got brunch on Sunday—I got burnouts and bends If the odometer’s spinning, then I’m with my friends [Breakdown] [harsh vocals, male] This is my church Concrete and smoke I pray in gears I speak in choke When the world feels fake And the noise cuts deep I just downshift once Let the demons sleep [Chorus]

rap, Hybrid metalcore banger in the vein of Sullivan King: downtuned guitars locked to snarling bass, glitchy builds into half-time drops, screamo male vocals trading with soaring female hooks. Massive chorus gang chants, filtered intro, and a brutal breakdown under a double-time rap feature. Huge, roomy drums and sidechained synths that pump with every kick.

Redline In My Veins