[INTRO]
(Yeah… uh…)
Midnight…
Cold heart…
Bass heavy…
Let’s ride.
[HOOK]
Midnight drift, I’m swervin’ through the smoke,
808 hit like a hand on your throat.
No love, no tears, only rage in my chest,
I don’t sleep, I don’t rest, I’m a ghost at my best.
Slide, slide, tires scream on the street,
dark soul, cold eyes, death on the beat.
Phonk in my veins, I don’t need no fame,
say my name too loud — you’ll be gone the same.
[VERSE 1]
Neon lights on my face, I look dead in the mirror,
mind full of demons but the bass makes it clearer.
They talk about peace, I talk pain and hunger,
got my heart in the trunk, I don’t feel, I just wonder.
Creepin’ in silence, I’m deep in the night,
everything black but my vision stays bright.
I came from the bottom, the cold made me tough,
I don’t need nobody — I already had enough.
[PRE-CHORUS]
Hold up…
I don’t trust love, I don’t trust friends,
all I know is the road never ends.
Wolves in my head, but I keep ‘em on leash,
I don’t pray to no god — I pray to the beat.
[HOOK]
Midnight drift, I’m swervin’ through the smoke,
808 hit like a hand on your throat.
No love, no tears, only rage in my chest,
I don’t sleep, I don’t rest, I’m a ghost at my best.
Slide, slide, tires scream on the street,
dark soul, cold eyes, death on the beat.
Phonk in my veins, I don’t need no fame,
say my name too loud — you’ll be gone the same.
[VERSE 2]
Cuttin’ through the city, black hoodie, no face,
I move like a curse, I don’t leave no trace.
Chains on my neck but my soul still locked,
I been through hell, now my heart stays frost.
Everybody fake, yeah they smile then bite,
I don’t talk much, I just ride through the night.
If you cross that line, you’ll pay that price,
I keep it cold — no rollin’ dice.
[BRIDGE]
(Yeah… yeah…)
Smoke in my lungs, thunder in the bass,
dark on my tongue, I don’t know no grace.
Run if you want, you ain’t built for this,
I’m the shadow in the headlights — twisted bliss.
[FINAL HOOK / OUTRO]
Midnight drift, I’m swervin’ through the smoke,
808 hit like a hand on your throat.
No love, no tears, only rage in my chest,
I don’t sleep, I don’t rest, I’m a ghost at my best.
Slide, slide, tires scream on the street,
dark soul, cold eyes, death on the beat.
Phonk in my veins, I don’t need no fame,
say my name too loud — you’ll be gone the same.
Evourin
