**[Intro]** Velvet rope, hangar lights Mirror finish, Friday night Clear the lane, I’m coming through Factory grey? Baby, not on you **[Verse 1]** Tailored lines from bow to drive Chrome so clean it looks alive Limited run, signature cut Every curve sitting exactly where it should No loud logos, no cheap display You know the house from a mile away Fleet says jump — I take my time Good taste never rushes the align **[Pre-Chorus]** Flashbulbs firing down the lane Target locks like pouring rain Everybody turns to see That’s not aggro, darling That’s chemistry **[Chorus]** Welcome to the turret runway Turn the lasers on Every hull a statement piece Every fitting custom-drawn Dress for the lock-on Hold for the flash You can bring your doctrine You can’t manufacture class Turret runway Give the grid a show If you’re going in this hot You might as well glow **[Verse 2]** Fresh from dock, immaculate Nothing stock, nothing second-rate Armor cut close, engines low Just enough thrust for the after-show Paint so deep it drinks the stars Gold on edges, heat on bars You fit for numbers, range and speed I like a tighter fit With everything I need Little more pressure Little less drag Push it too hard And something might sag Keep it stable Keep it clean If you know your handling You know what I mean **[Pre-Chorus]** Every camera finds the light Every lock says something’s right Call me primary if you please You were staring before the targeting beep **[Chorus]** Welcome to the turret runway Turn the lasers on Every hull a statement piece Every fitting custom-drawn Dress for the lock-on Hold for the flash You can bring your doctrine You can’t manufacture class Turret runway Give the grid a show If you’re going in this hot You might as well glow **[Bridge / Breakdown]** Cut the lights Bring the bassline Lock Turn Burn Pose Heat Cycle Hold Glow Pull in close Then let it slide Easy now— **Give them the broadside** **[Final Chorus]** Welcome to the turret runway Turn every laser on Every hull a statement piece Every fitting custom-drawn Dress for the lock-on Stay for the flash You can copy every fitting You still can’t copy class Turret runway Let the whole grid know We didn’t come this far Just to put on a show We came polished We came armed We came fitted We came hot And if somebody asks What exactly happened here— Darling… Tell them... They missed the show! **[Outro]** [Outro] Velvet rope Hangar lights Engines cooling Weapons spent Chrome still warm Comms go quiet Someone whispers— They’re pulling out.
