Yeah, I pour fuel on my flaws,
watch ‘em sparkle like applause.
They said grace is quiet —
mine pulls up loud in the cause.

Got a past that still smells like smoke,
but I wear it like cologne, no joke.
Got scars that glisten, lessons that bite,
but I dance with the flame ‘cause it treats me right.

Lost it all, then I made it style,
built my faith with a crooked smile.
If redemption had a bassline bounce,
it’d sound like me in this ounce of ounce.

Everything I break, I rebuild in rhythm,
every burn mark just another prism.
I don’t pray small, I play loud —
grace got groove, and I make it proud.

Gasoline grace — yeah, I glow when I go,
turn my pain into shine, let it flow.
Gasoline grace — I don’t hide, I ignite,
smooth through the smoke, lookin’ holy tonight.
Gasoline grace —
yeah, I light it up, baby, let it blaze.

No halo, just heat in the air,
redemption drippin’ off the snare.
Faith don’t whisper, it moves in time,
I found my peace on the bassline.

Now I walk like the fuse got charm,
every step got smoke and calm.
If they ask how I made it this far —
tell ‘em I danced my way through the scars.

You can’t preach what you don’t groove through.
If your faith don’t make you move — it ain’t true.
I got blessings with rhythm, prayers with swing,
and mercy that makes the floorboards sing.

Gasoline grace — let it burn, let it shine,
Burn it up, baby, you’re divine.
Gasoline grace — I’m proof you can glow through pain,
Funk that fire, break them chains.
Gasoline grace —
Smooth, slick, saved by the bass.