Full Throttle Song

Full Throttle

City lights fade in the rearview glow,
Moon’s my compass, telling me where to go.
Tires hum a song on the midnight lane,
Every heartbeat syncing with the engine’s flame.

Wind in my hair, can’t slow me down,
The world’s my kingdom, this road’s my crown.

Ride—full throttle, no looking back,
Ride—on the white lines, never lose track.
Ride—through the heat, through the cold,
I was born to chase what can’t be sold.

Gasoline prayers in the summer air,
Freedom’s the answer, it’s everywhere.
Every mile’s a piece of me I claim,
Every turn’s another burning flame.

No map, no limits, just the speed I feel,
Every twist in the road makes the night more real.

Ride—full throttle, no looking back,
Ride—on the white lines, never lose track.
Ride—through the heat, through the cold,
I was born to chase what can’t be sold.

Headlights fade into the breaking dawn,
But my soul keeps riding on and on.