Angelina & Jason

BMW screech, street’s my cathedral,

Audi in the rearview, vibe medieval.

Angelina’s eyes cut sharper than a needle,

Jason in the backseat, plotting something lethal.

Vodka spills, dashboard sticky with regret,

Rubles in the glovebox, drowning in debt.

Kremlin shadows, concrete silhouettes,

Running red lights, past lives we forget.

Angelina, Jason, ghosts in the station,

BMW growling, no explanation.

Audi lights flashing, chasing temptation,

Angelina, Jason—eternal rotation.

Engine growl louder than Moscow debates,

Tires burn sins, no room for mistakes.

Gloves on the wheel, grip tight, no shakes,

Heart cold as Siberia, it never breaks.

Streetlights flicker, Morse code in the night,

Jason whispers secrets, ready to ignite.

Angelina's laugh cuts the silence with a bite,

We’re kings of the chaos, no wrong, no right.

Steering through the madness, smoke in the air,

Angelina’s perfume, danger in her stare.

Jason’s got a pistol, promises unfair,

BMW’s a coffin, but we don’t care.