Makeout Hill Rage

[Verse 1]
Yeah
She had me in the backseat
Reckless
Windows fogged up
We were talkin’ endless
Now I’m screamin’ at the sky where we used to chill
Ever since Lizzy
I been tryin’ not to feel
She was toppin’ me off on Makeout Hill
Said I was the only one
Swearin’ it was real
Now I’m starin’ at the dash
Hands tight on the wheel
Tryna numb it out
But it’s all I still feel
[Chorus]
Lizzy got my heart on the pavement
Broke it like a bottle in the basement
I’m fucked up
Yeah
I can’t stand still
Left my soul back on Makeout Hill
Lizzy put a curse on my veins
Now every little touch feels the same
Rage in my throat that I can’t quite kill
Left my hope back on Makeout Hill (yeah)
[Verse 2]
It’s hard to wrap it up ‘round love like this
Hard to trust a word when it ends like this
Every late-night text
Every dirty little thrill
Just a ghost now
Hauntin’ me from that hill
Friends say
“Bro
You gotta let it go”
But they never saw the way she owned my soul
Now every backseat feels kinda cheap
Every new mouth
I just grind my teeth (ugh)
[Chorus]
Lizzy got my heart on the pavement
Broke it like a bottle in the basement
I’m fucked up
Yeah
I can’t stand still
Left my soul back on Makeout Hill
Lizzy put a curse on my veins
Now every little touch feels the same
Rage in my throat that I can’t quite kill
Left my hope back on Makeout Hill (Makeout Hill)

Distorted rage-banger swagger, male vocals, blown-out 808s and snarling guitars. First verse rides a halftime stomp with clipped rap-sing cadences; chorus explodes with shout-along hook and gang vocals. Second verse adds glitchy synth stabs and filtered screams tucked under the lead. Master it loud and gritty, clipped transients, crowd-ready energy.