Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Racing through Houston, Texas
Dashboard glow on my face
Exit signs blur like memories
I’m still stuck in one place
Fuck the speed limits, I’m gone
White lines look like a cage
Gas tank half on empty
Heart tank full of rage
[Pre-Chorus]
Said I’d slow down, I lied
Every red light, I slide
If I crash out tonight
Would you miss me, or just drive?
[Chorus]
Dash reading 250, eyes reading “save me”
Hands shaking on the wheel, acting like it’s gravy (yeah)
No worries, no hurries, that’s the way I fake it
If I push it any further, will the frame just break? (woah)
Dash reading 250, all my flaws in high-beam
Telling everybody that I’m fine, I’m high-key
No worries, no hurries, that’s the lie I’m chasing
Racing through Houston, running from me
[Verse 2]
Phone lighting up in the cup holder
You calling, I let it ring
Voice in my head getting louder
Like it’s trying to cut through the wind
Billboards selling me heaven
But I’m stuck in this hell inside
Every mile feels the same
Different road, same mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Said I’d slow down, I lied
Every red light, I slide
If I vanish tonight
Will you blame it on the ride?
[Chorus]
Dash reading 250, eyes reading “save me”
Hands shaking on the wheel, acting like it’s gravy (yeah)
No worries, no hurries, that’s the way I fake it
If I push it any further, will the frame just break? (woah)
Dash reading 250, all my flaws in high-beam
Telling everybody that I’m fine, I’m high-key
No worries, no hurries, that’s the lie I’m chasing
Racing through Houston, running from me
[Bridge]
Skyscrapers look like tombstones
For the kids we used to be (used to be)
I press down just to feel something
Till the tank and my tears run empty
[Chorus]
Dash reading 250, eyes reading “save me”
Hands shaking on the wheel, acting like it’s gravy (yeah)
No worries, no hurries, that’s the way I fake it
If I push it any further, will the frame just break?
Dash reading 250, all my flaws in high-beam
Telling everybody that I’m fine, I’m high-key
No worries, no hurries, that’s the lie I’m chasing
Racing through Houston
Racing through Houston
Racing through Houston, running from me
Style
rapemo-rap meets alt rock: clean electric guitars over darkswung trap drums and deep sub bass. verses half-rappedhalf-mumbled with airy male vocals; chorus explodes with distorted power chords and stacked harmonies. autotune glaze on toplinead-libs tucked wide in the stereo fieldbig roomy reverb that blooms on the hook. energy climbs from brooding cruise to cathartic shout-along by the final chorus.readingalternative rockemo
Prompt
Racing through Houston Texas, fuck the speed limits, no worries, no hurries, dash reading my eyes reading 250, rap, emo rap, alternative rock
Credits
Prompt by
tonytone
tonytoneGeneratedFeb 26, 2026
ModelAria v5
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