Yeah, we rollin’ through the fire,
Still clean in the fallout,
Ash & asphalt —
That’s what we’re all about.

Got my wheels on the wire, heat on the chrome,
Sun burnin’ down like it’s callin’ me home.
Radio loud, windows low,
Whole world hummin’ in stereo.

Dust in my teeth, laugh in my throat,
Life don’t ask — you just learn to float.
Every lane I lost, I made my own,
Now I’m dancin’ on the lines like a metronome.

Yeah, I paid my dues in gasoline,
Now I’m smellin’ like victory and nicotine.

Ash & asphalt, baby, that’s the mix,
Burn a little pain, make a little bliss.
We don’t fade, we flex,
We don’t pray, we press —
Just a little bit dirty,
And a whole lot blessed.
Ash & asphalt —
That’s how we roll.

Got a smile like smoke, soul like chrome,
Every breakdown turned into a poem.
Never been clean, never been tame,
But I look damn good in the mess I made.

Got a heart like thunder, boots like drums,
Every wrong turn’s where I come from.
You can’t cage a spark, can’t slow that soul,
We burn bright — that’s how we roll.

Yeah, trouble got taste when you make it groove,
If life don’t dance, you teach it to move.

Ash & asphalt, baby, that’s the mix,
Burn a little pain, make a little bliss.
We don’t fade, we flex,
We don’t pray, we press —
Just a little bit dirty,
And a whole lot blessed.
Ash & asphalt —
That’s how we roll.

808s in the floorboard, kick it like dust,
Bassline bumpin’ with a little bit of lust.
Chrome hearts, torn jeans, life in the backseat,
Laughin’ too loud with the sun on repeat.

Let the smoke kiss the skyline,
Feet out the window, feelin’ just fine.
Ain’t no saints in this convoy line —
Just dreamers ridin’ overtime.

Ash & asphalt, baby, that’s the mix,
Burn a little pain, make a little bliss.
We don’t fade, we flex,
We don’t pray, we press —
Yeah, a little bit dirty,
And a whole lot blessed.
Ash & asphalt —
That’s how we roll.