Mud on the Mats
Style: Pop punk

[Verse 1]
Mud dried hard beneath the pedals
boots that never learned to slow down
you tracked it in without asking
seatbelt loose and radio blown out

[Pre-chorus]
Every ride you took me somewhere
windows down whatever weather
so light the candles now

[Chorus]
Spencer, crank the engine louder
happy birthday, you deserve it
hands still gripping the wheel like power
nobody drives it quite like Spencer

[Verse 2]
You never wiped your feet for anyone
left your mark on every floor
doors slammed shut on Sunday mornings
you came back wanting more

[Bridge]
Blow the candles, rev it once
let the whole block hear it come

[Chorus]
Spencer, crank the engine louder
happy birthday, you deserve it
hands still gripping the wheel like power
nobody drives it quite like Spencer

[Outro]
Mud still dries beneath the pedals
you're the reason it was worth it

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