Lyrics

Turn the key.
Hear the purr.
That’s not the engine—
that’s temptation in D-minor.

Chrome veins under neon skin,
I shift gears with a guilty grin. [oh yeah]
Rearview’s showing what I burned—
every rule I never learned.

Sax teases—slides in, [oh yeah, baby]
I laugh, let it spin. [spin and spin again]
This wheel knows secrets priests won’t take,
every turn another shake I fake.

City lights syncopate my sin,
I confess in rhythm, not in pen.

Driving confession— [ oh baby I’m so guilty]
rubber meets redemption.
Bassline bites, drums demand attention.
Saxophone sins in gold vibration,
I’m the sermon, the sinner, the salvation.

Whispered truths on the yellow line,
speeding feels holy tonight.
I taste thunder, I sip fear,
I’m not lost—I’m in premiere.

Say it, brass boy—tell ’em what I did. [ i’m guilty]

Driving confession—
no repentance, just groove.
Every crash a cadence, every sway a move.
Sax screams, engine moans,
I’m home where the wild notes roam. [ uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah]

Turn the key again… [pump the pedal, pump it]
for the thrill, not the truth.