Pedal hit the floor, psalms in the dash.
Faith in the throttle, grace in the crash.
They preach from pulpits — I preach from scars.
Yeah… welcome to Redline Gospel.

I been prayin’ through the smoke and gears,
burnt my fears into souvenirs.
Every doubt just shifts my pace,
I chase light, not a finish place.

They told me slow down — I sped scripture.
Holy oil, unfiltered mixture.
Every lane change, that’s confession,
speed ain’t sin, it’s just expression.

Redline breath, pulse on fire,
every bar’s my new choir.
I don’t beg — I build desire,
turn my pain to premium wire.

Redline Gospel — I preach in motion.
Fire in the tank, that’s pure devotion.
Redline Gospel — no choir, just smoke,
every verse a spark I wrote.
Redline Gospel — truth through torque,
I found God in the engine’s roar.

My sermon’s chrome, my bible hums,
these 808s my beating drums.
Heaven’s close, but I still roam,
I find peace in the metronome.

Speed limit’s faith — I broke that law.
No seatbelt grace, I trust the flaw.
If I crash, at least I flew,
I learned more burnin’ than pews ever knew.

Every verse gasoline,
my gospel’s mean, my drive’s obscene.
I don’t coast — I test the flame,
that’s how redemption gets its name.

They said slow down.
I said that’s how halos rust.
I’d rather spin out chasing purpose
than park my trust.

Redline Gospel — breath meets spark,
I found heaven in the dark.
Redline Gospel — pulse through pain,
I don’t pray quiet, I pray insane.
Redline Gospel — I’m the hymn that rides,
the faith that drives, the spark that survives.