[Verse 1]
Kick the door, the heat rolls in,
Engine humming under skin.
Old cassette with faded sound,
We spin it loud, we spin around.
[Pre-Chorus]
Leather seats and dusty shoes,
No destination left to choose.
We let the music tell the tale,
In every crack, in every trail.
[Chorus]
Dust and stereo, we ride,
Leaving worries far behind.
Every chorus shakes the air,
We’re a song without a care.
[Verse 2]
Clouds of orange, sun slips low,
Mirrored skies and afterglow.
We scream the lyrics out of key,
But nothing ever felt so free.
[Pre-Chorus]
Crank the dial, make it bleed,
Rhythm’s all we ever need.
Skip the verses we outgrew—
We’re the beat that still feels new.
[Chorus]
Dust and stereo, we ride,
Leaving worries far behind.
Every chorus shakes the air,
We’re a song without a care.
[Bridge]
No rewind, just press play,
We’re driving past the yesterday.
Static crackles, wind replies—
Our voices chasing through the skies.
[Final Chorus]
Dust and stereo, take me there,
To where the speakers kiss the air.
Every beat, a getaway—
We were made to sound this way.
[Verse 1]
Kick the door, the heat rolls in,
Engine humming under skin.
Old cassette with faded sound,
We spin it loud, we spin around.
[Pre-Chorus]
Leather seats and dusty shoes,
No destination left to choose.
We let the music tell the tale,
In every crack, in every trail.
[Chorus]
Dust and stereo, we ride,
Leaving worries far behind.
Every chorus shakes the air,
We’re a song without a care.
[Verse 2]
Clouds of orange, sun slips low,
Mirrored skies and afterglow.
We scream the lyrics out of key,
But nothing ever felt so free.
[Pre-Chorus]
Crank the dial, make it bleed,
Rhythm’s all we ever need.
Skip the verses we outgrew—
We’re the beat that still feels new.
[Chorus]
Dust and stereo, we ride,
Leaving worries far behind.
Every chorus shakes the air,
We’re a song without a care.
[Bridge]
No rewind, just press play,
We’re driving past the yesterday.
Static crackles, wind replies—
Our voices chasing through the skies.
[Final Chorus]
Dust and stereo, take me there,
To where the speakers kiss the air.
Every beat, a getaway—
We were made to sound this way.