Last lap, last lap, engine still hot
Every rival in the dust, every doubt I shot
Trophy in the trunk, but I’m already gone
Next race already winning before the light turn on
Crowd still cheering but the echo’s faint
I’m two blocks ahead, paint still ain’t
Dry yet, tires still smoking the street
Heart still beating to the bassline beat
They ask for the secret, I just laugh and drive
Ain’t no secret when you built to thrive
Gas tank empty but the hustle full
Every empty tank just another excuse to pull
Off the lot, new whip, new pace
Same old me with a brand-new race
Faster than the last time, faster than the next
Ain’t no ceiling when the engine flex
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.