Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold start Soaked shoes Number on my chest bleeds blue Buzzing in the queue Short breaths Thunder in my ribs That’s stress Whistle Then we jump Mud flicks Heart thumps Every step a slap on glass Crowd a blur I just blast [Chorus] I kick the water I don’t slow down Rain in my eyes But I own this ground Storm on my shoulders Wind in my face Let it all pour I’m running this race Running this race Running this race (hey!) Let it all pour I’m running this race [Verse 2] White line Tight turn Puddles like they’re waiting their turn Someone slips I slide past Sorry in my grin Too fast Lungs burn That’s fine Lightning draws a crooked white line Feels like the sky shouts “go” So I lean in Let it go [Chorus] I kick the water I don’t slow down Rain in my eyes But I own this ground Storm on my shoulders Wind in my face Let it all pour I’m running this race Running this race Running this race (oh yeah) Let it all pour I’m running this race [Bridge] Every drop drums on my skin Tells me “fight Don’t fold Dig in” Last lap Legs scream “quit” Heart laughs once “this is it” [Chorus] I kick the water I don’t slow down Rain in my eyes But I own this ground Storm on my shoulders Wind in my face Let it all pour I’m running this race Running this race Running this race (hey!) Let it all pour I’m running this race
Tags
High-energy pop-punk sprint; distorted guitars chug in eighth notes, bright bass locked to tight, cracking snare. Male vocals urgent, slightly raspy. Verses clipped and breathless, drums busy; chorus explodes with gang shouts and open chords. Brief halftime bridge with tom-heavy build, then final chorus double-time and stacked harmonies.
Duration
2:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/17/2026