Verse 1
The city at night roars in time with our engines,
We rule the streets like wind through coats and lenses.
Illegal nights on old tires grip the asphalt tight,
Chasing a fearless, loud dream with all our might.
Chorus
This is our life, a storm of speed and fire,
We’re young, leaving no room for doubt or tire.
We race through midnight while the stars gleam above,
Funk in our veins, and doubts are cast aside.
Verse 2
Headlights sketching lines across the glass,
The bass in our ears keeps
We redraw fate on chrome beasts in metal c
As the city breathes in a hush of wild freed
Bridge
If the rain pours, we’re wet but w
Each night we build a worl
Hand
We believe in tomorrow where risk tastes like s
Chorus
This is our life, a storm of
We’re youn
We race through midnight while the stars
Funk in our veins,
Verse 3
In the turns we learn to trust the wind’s embr
The curves are steps toward the dream we chase.
We hear the whispers of streets and promises made,
That tomorrow we’ll find a new lane to brag.
Outro
When dawn arrives and the city wakes,
We’ll smile, knowing the world won’t fade away.
Illegal nights become legends we keep,
And in our chests remains the rhythm—our lasting beat.
