Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Chrome dragon crawling Through the five p.m. haze Boxed in Boxed out On these canyon-grade lanes Lesbians in a Subaru Laugh loud Windows down They flash peace signs as they pass I’m just grinding this town [Chorus] Rush hour rattlesnake San Diego Shake and bake White lines Red rage Iron cage I’m a king in a rolling cage Tesla drivers on their phones BMW butt heads on my nose If I make it out I’ll raise my glass To the truck that never cracked Never cracked [Verse 2] Weigh station weasels Waving flags like they’re gods Pull us off the highway Into chaos and fog Backed-up rigs Blind curves Bad calls Steel on steel One wrong word on that scale And somebody eats a wheel [Chorus] Rush hour rattlesnake San Diego Shake and bake White lines Red rage Iron cage I’m a king in a rolling cage Tesla drivers on their phones BMW butt heads on my nose If I make it out I’ll raise my glass To the truck that never cracked Never cracked [Bridge] Hey dispatcher Can you hear me? (yeah!) I’m drowning in this coastal heat Got angels in a Subaru smiling While the suits make wrecks from their seats I’ll keep rolling Keep roaring Keep roaring Till the cliffs fade into black If the freeway tries to break me I’ll just hit that throttle back (hit it!) [Chorus] Rush hour rattlesnake San Diego Shake and bake White lines Red rage Iron cage I’m a king in a rolling cage Tesla drivers on their phones BMW butt heads on my nose If I make it out I’ll raise my glass To the truck that never cracked Never cracked (never cracked)
Tags
Big 80s hair metal energy, male vocals belting over crunchy twin guitars and driving bass, splashy gated drums. Verses ride a mid-tempo groove with call-and-response gang shouts; chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and soaring high notes. Brief halftime bridge with squealing guitar lead before a final key-lift chorus.
Duration
4:04
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026