Cruise fast… smoke thick…
city dark… neon flick.
Bass heavy… tires slide…
we don’t stop… midnight ride.
Verse 1:
Ash drops… window low…
heartbeat slow… lights glow.
Drag deep… lungs burn…
lost in streets… no return.
Verse 2:
Cold steel… shadows near…
engine roars… can’t hear.
Fast lane… no disguise…
145… dark skies.
Bridge:
Cruise and smoke… fade away…
night is ours… til the day.