Lyrics

Intro
Yo, straight outta the shop, it’s CarsMeca’s flow,
Antony the genius, everybody knows,
Wrenches in his hands, engines in his mind,
Fixing up the rides, leaving the rest behind.

Verse 1
Antony’s the king, yeah, the master of the game,
Every car he touches never rolls out the same,
Engines roar louder, wheels grip the street,
At CarsMeca, bro, perfection’s on repeat.

Doesn’t matter the make, doesn’t matter the model,
From busted-down junk to a showroom throttle,
He’s got that vision, precision in his grip,
Antony’s the captain, this garage is his ship.

Chorus
Antony, the man, the myth, the mechanic,
At CarsMeca, no need to panic,
From pistons to gears, he makes it magic,
Turn your broke-down whip into something fantastic.

Verse 2
Grease on his hands, but the work’s so clean,
Every bolt, every nut, got a shine, supreme,
Got the torque, got the spark, making engines scream,
Turning wrenches like he’s living out a dream.

He can hear the problem just from the sound,
Before you even speak, man, it’s already found,
Fast cars, old rides, doesn’t matter the scene,
Antony’s the guy, he’s the garage machine.

Chorus
Antony, the man, the myth, the mechanic,
At CarsMeca, no need to panic,
From pistons to gears, he makes it magic,
Turn your broke-down whip into something fantastic.

Bridge
Late nights, bright lights, sparks in the air,
Antony’s grind shows how much he cares,
CarsMeca’s more than a shop, it’s a throne,
Every car leaves feeling fully reborn.

Outro
So if your ride’s in trouble, you know where to go,
CarsMeca’s the spot, where the legends grow,
Antony’s the genius, the king of the block,
Turning wrenches to beats, and engines that rock.