Grindstone Beacon

(yeah) (get buck)

Riding through the late-night mist

Gripping on the wheel,

gold on my wrist

Engine roaring, tires on the line

Shadows in the rear view,

out of time (hahaha)

Catch me if you can,

drifting through the dark

Heavy on the gas,

leaving every mark Hear the engine scream,

feel the bass ignite

We don't need a map,

we own the night (drift)

Slow it down, watch the smoke rise (screeech)

Back on the pedal,

no looking back

Leaving the ashes cold on the track

We bring the heat,

we break the mold Stories in the concrete waiting to be told

(let's go)

Catch me if you can,

drifting through the dark

Heavy on the gas,

leaving every mark Hear the engine scream,

feel the bass ignite

We don't need a map,

we own the night (drift) (buck) (buck)