Sebastian Nilo

Sebastian Nilo

Next Ride

Genere Genre
Hard Rock
Pubblicazione Release 07/06/2026
Durata Duration 5:28
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Descrizione Description

“Next Ride” is a hard-rock swing anthem built on dust, sweat and momentum.

Driven by heavy distorted guitars, a dirty baritone sax and a restless groove, the song turns a bike ride into a personal challenge: one more climb, one more breath, one more chance to outride yesterday’s limits.

It is not about beating someone else.
It is about choosing the next road when your legs burn, your mind hesitates, and the hill still waits in front of you.

No finish line. No excuses. Just the next ride.

“Next Ride” is a hard-rock swing anthem built on dust, sweat and momentum.

Driven by heavy distorted guitars, a dirty baritone sax and a restless groove, the song turns a bike ride into a personal challenge: one more climb, one more breath, one more chance to outride yesterday’s limits.

It is not about beating someone else.
It is about choosing the next road when your legs burn, your mind hesitates, and the hill still waits in front of you.

No finish line. No excuses. Just the next ride.

Lyrics

Morning dust on the road,
cold wind in my face.
Hands on the bar,
I’m back in the chase.

One more hill,
one more line,
yesterday’s ghost
on my back wheel tonight.

No medal shining,
no crowd outside.
Just my own breath
and the next ride.

Next ride,
burning up the white line.
Next ride,
leaning into bad signs.
Feel that swing in the wheels,
hear that sax cut through the night.
I’m not racing anyone —
I’m outriding who I was
on the next ride.

Loose stones spit,
chain starts to sing.
My legs burn low,
but I like that sting.

Red sun drops,
road kicks high.
Every hard mile
puts more fire in my eyes.

No perfect timing,
no easy side.
Just teeth, sweat, thunder
and the next ride.

Next ride,
burning up the white line.
Next ride,
leaning into bad signs.
Feel that swing in the wheels,
hear that sax cut through the night.
I’m not racing anyone —
I’m outriding who I was
on the next ride.

At the top, no glory.
No flag, no crown.
Just a little more sky
and my old fear looking down.

Then the road turns wild,
and I grin inside.
Let the world fall back —
I choose the next ride.

Next ride,
burning up the white line.
Next ride,
leaning into bad signs.
Feel that swing in the wheels,
hear that sax cut through the night.
I’m not racing anyone —
I’m outriding who I was
on the next ride.

One more climb,
one more bite,
one more breath,
next ride.

Next ride.