Got smoke in my lungs, dust on my name,
Took every wrong turn and still outran the blame.
Ain’t lookin’ for a crown, don’t need a king,
Just a little bit of peace when the engines sing.

I’ve been broke, I’ve been loud,
I’ve been lost in the crowd —
But I feel most alive when I’m breakin’ out.

Yeah, I burned the map,
Now I’m drivin’ blind,
But there’s a rush in the risk
That feels like mine.

Got that gasoline grace,
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t pray for change — I make it blaze.
Every mile I chase
Wipes the past away,
Yeah, I’m built from the spark
And the smoke I made.
Call it what you want —
I call it gasoline grace.

Every bruise I’ve worn turned to armor and chrome,
Every scar I earned lit the way back home.
You can’t cage a storm or a heart like mine,
We don’t fold — we just redefine.

Let the tires hum low,
Let the night unfold,
If I crash, I’ll rise like I always told.

Yeah, I burned the map,
Now I’m drivin’ blind,
But there’s a rush in the risk
That feels like mine.

Got that gasoline grace,
Runnin’ through my veins,
I don’t pray for change — I make it blaze.
Every mile I chase
Wipes the past away,
Yeah, I’m built from the spark
And the smoke I made.
Call it what you want —
I call it gasoline grace.

Let the engine preach, let the pavement sing,
Every downshift’s got its own kinda ring.
I don’t need a halo, I just need a lane,
Somewhere wild enough to call my name.

Got that gasoline grace,
Runnin’ through my veins,
Ain’t waitin’ on fate — I light my own flame.
Every mile I chase
Wipes the past away,
Yeah, I’m built from the fire
And the mess I made.
Call it what you want —
I call it gasoline grace.