Flat Out

[Verse 1] Dust clouds rise, the co-driver’s callin’ — Pace notes tight like fate is stallin’. “Right 5, don’t cut!” — tires bite the earth, Grip on gravel, measure my worth. Stage is hot, this ain't no show, Red mist thick, in the zone I go. Shakedown done, now we set the tone, Boosted heart and forged backbone. [Chorus] Flat out, no lift, through the blind-side bends, Jump crest hittin’ like the world might end. In the fire line, but I won’t flinch, One hand twitch, holdin’ every inch. Rally life, we don’t coast or drift — We fly through trees with a dirt-road gift. Flat out, no lift — it’s all or quit. Pushin’ past grip where the real ones sit. [Verse 2] Anti-lag pop when the throttle snaps, Skid plate kissin’ the rocks and traps. Sideways fury, left 3 into hair, Brake late, throw weight — catch air. Sweeper calls, tighten the line, Clock don’t wait and we chase that time. Backfire bark, downshift surge, Slide through corners where fear converges. [Bridge] Reece the road, no second chance, A split-second thought, a tire dance. "Left 6 over crest — maybe!" Yeah, maybe's where legends get crazy. Group B ghost in my rearview glare, Spirit of McRae in the mountain air. Tighten belts, kill the doubt — ‘Cause in this sport, you send or you’re out. [Final Chorus] Flat out, no lift, through the edge-of-sight, Throttle wide open in the devil’s night. Jump crest screamin’ — yeah, we still commit, Eyes on the apex, fate don’t quit. Rally bred, built to transmit grit — In a car that speaks when the tires split. Flat out, no lift — where the brave admit: This life ain’t safe, but it damn sure fits.