SoulRed

Lyrics

Intro

Mud on my face,
Steel in my spine,
Grip that wheel—
Raise a little grime.

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Verse 1

Boots caked in backroad hell,
That ain’t cologne, it’s axle smell.
Rubicon growls like it’s pissed,
Spittin’ gravel with a vengeful twist.
Ain’t no candlelight regret,
This is torque, gas, and gettin’ wet.

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Chorus

torque, gas, and gettin’ wet.
Spin it out ‘til the sun gets set.
Wrangler naked, doors off wide,
Tearing sin into the countryside.
Don’t get cute, don’t misread yet—
We ain’t talkin’ sex, we talkin’ jets
Of mud, grit, oil and sweat.

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Verse 2

Throttle down on the two-wheel beast,
Chain’s got bite and it wants to feast.
Side-by-side like a shotgun shell,
Loud enough to rattle hell.
We don’t polish, we don’t prep—
We ride hard, then we step.

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Chorus

All torque, gas, and gettin’ wet.
Where the rain don’t clean, just adds to the set.
Sidewalls clawin’ up that rise,
Flippin’ birds to the clear blue skies.
Don’t get slick, don’t you forget—
We ain’t seducin’, we just drippin’ wet
With dirt, gas, gears and sweat.

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Bridge

Think it’s steamy? You got fooled.
This ain’t flirtin’—this is ruled
By busted knuckles, smokin’ tools,
And outlaws written’ mud-slick rules.

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Final Chorus

All torque, gas, and gettin’ wet.
Rubber rippin’ through every threat.
Don’t need no rearview, don’t need no guide,
Just torque, rage, and a helluva ride.
So get your ass outta that clean-sheet bed—
We’re talkin’ mud trails, all the way
Yeah, it’s all torque, gas, and gettin’ wet.
Off road warriors are here to stay