High Price, Higher Regret

[Verse 1]
James Dean
Fast lane, cracked screen
Wake up with your sneakers on
Did you sleep in that same old dream?
Late rent
Half tank, all spent
Heart racing like a siren
But you call that content
You chase every sunrise
From the wrong side of the night
Text threads like land mines
Blow up, then you say you’re fine
[Chorus]
life comes at a high price but wait till you get the bill for regret
[Verse 2]
Slow down
Breathe in, look around
That girl that you ghosted
Still walks past your side of town
Missed calls
Mama praying through the walls
You keep betting on tomorrow
Like it can’t ever fall
One more shot, one more ride
One more “I’ll be alright”
But your hands keep shaking
When the room gets quiet at night
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Lay back, head on my chest
Let the past run out of breath
You ain’t gotta prove you’re strong
To be scared of what comes next
James Dean, close your eyes
You’re more than your wrecks and thrills
You can lose a lot of money
But you can’t afford those chills
[Chorus]

rap, Moody hip-hop ballad with male vocals; swung drums and warm bass under a sparse piano loop, intimate verses half-rapped half-sung. Hook opens with airy pads and stacked harmonies on the title line, tempo laid-back but drums still knock. Subtle vinyl grit and distant ad-libs create a late-night, reflective feel, with the last chorus dropping instruments to spotlight the vocal emotion., hip hop, slow