EXIT 3

I ain’t tellin’ no fairy tale…

This ain’t no bar for bar flex…

This what happened to me, raw…

Exit 3, Cross County… Jetta flipped, I’m still breathin’…

I need you to hear this…

Emotionally drained, soul all bruised

Arguin’ wit’ shorty, I ain’t got nothin’ to lose

Mind racin’, hands tight on the wheel,

Volkswagen Jetta, but it don’t feel real

I’m on the Cross County, speedin’ through hurt

Textin’ her pain while I’m bleedin’ through words

Exit 3 comin’ up, I ain’t even blink

Heart heavy as hell, can’t afford to think

The trees start leanin’, the lights look fake

Dashboard glowin’ like the devil in my face

She said “I don’t love you no more” — now I’m numb

Whole car hummin’ like a prayer comin’ undone

Rubber burnin’ under me, soul on E

Prayin’ to a God that won’t answer me

One hand on the wheel, one on my phone

Tried to call her… straight to voicemail — gone

Then it happened… I swear time paused

Like the air got sucked out and the world just stalled

Curve came quick, exit sign flashed

But I was movin’ too fast, heart got slashed

Tires screamed louder than she ever did

Metal bent like karma ain’t forgive

Jetta lost grip, I lost my breath

Skiddin’ sideways, flirtin’ with death

Hit that guardrail — BOOM — steel kiss

Glass shattered like our last promise did

Airbags popped like heaven said “Not yet”

But my mind left my body like a war vet

Whole whip flipped, I ain’t even scream

Just thought of her face, and how we used to dream

Roof caved in like my chest at night

Then it all went still — pitch dark, no light

Cross County, Exit 3…

That’s where the devil came lookin’ for me

Volkswagen mangled, blood on the seat

Alone in the night, still hopin’ she’d see

Skrrt skrrt… I left the scene

Didn’t wait for the cops or the medic team

Heart full of pain, soul full of steam

Just me and regret in a crumpled machine

Climbed out the wreck like a zombie bleedin’

Shirt torn open, whole chest heavin’

No lights, no sirens, just me and God

Walkin’ like I’m drunk, soul deeply scarred

Looked at the car — twisted, fried

Trunk half hangin’, glass in my eye

She still textin’ “U ain’t shit” on read

While I just walked away, damn near dead

Smoke in the air, brain full of noise

My girl was gone, I ain’t have no voice

No one to call, no fam to pull

Just a ghost in Yonkers, heart so full

And I ain’t wait for the cops, fuck that time

Every breath I took felt like a crime

Was I guilty? Yeah. Emotionally broke.

But jail ain’t help when love’s a joke

I coulda died right there…

Exit 3, no light, no prayer…But I lived… I walked away…

Now every night feel like replay…

I was ready to die for a girl who ain’t care

Swervin’ through hell with no soul to spare

Volkswagen grave, but I rose from the dirt

Blood on my jeans, brain full of hurt

You ever love so hard it turn violent inside?

That every red light feel like suicide?

I ain’t proud, I’m just honest in pain

Still hear the metal twistin’ inside my brain

She ain’t know, she ain’t call, she ain’t even text,

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