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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cash in a shoebox, keys in my palm
Said I’m staying over, I’m already gone
Helmet in the bushes by the neighbor’s old shed
Mom think I’m asleep, phone by the bed
Black leather jacket in a backpack, tight
Roll it out quiet, then I spark to life
Back street, back road, throttle in my fist
Whole ‘nother world every time I twist
[Chorus]
On a midnight motorcycle, I’m a different guy
Speedin’ through the red lights, flirting with the sky
Living like I’m bulletproof, I know that’s a lie
Momma say she’s scared as hell I’m gonna die
Double life, double life, can’t look her in the eye
She don’t know her baby boy been racing with the night
Midnight motorcycle, chrome and alibi
If she ever found out, it would break her inside
[Verse 2]
Speedo hit a number that I can’t repeat
Wind cut deep, tear tracks on my cheek
Mirror full of sirens, they a mile too late
I been outrun fear, I been out-run fate
Post up at a light where they taped that cross
Where a kid like me paid the cost
I ain’t that dumb, but I ain’t that wise
Still lean low when the back tire slides (skrrt)
[Chorus]
On a midnight motorcycle, I’m a different guy
Speedin’ through the red lights, flirting with the sky
Living like I’m bulletproof, I know that’s a lie
Momma say she’s scared as hell I’m gonna die
Double life, double life, can’t look her in the eye
She don’t know her baby boy been racing with the night
Midnight motorcycle, chrome and alibi
If she ever found out, it would break her inside
[Bridge]
Kitchen light on, she wait at the table
Face in her hands, praying I’m able
To grow up, slow up, choose a safer ride
But this throttle feel like the only time I’m alive
[Chorus]
On a midnight motorcycle, I’m a different guy
Speedin’ through the red lights, flirting with the sky
Living like I’m bulletproof, I know that’s a lie
Momma say she’s scared as hell I’m gonna die
Double life, double life, can’t look her in the eye
She don’t know her baby boy been racing with the night
Midnight motorcycle, chrome and alibi
If I crash out, she the one that’s left to cry
Details
GeneratedMar 2, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap beat with eerie bell plucks and spaced 808s; male vocals half-mumbled in the verses, then more melodic and urgent in the hook. Hi-hats skitter, bass lurches harder on the chorus. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs and distant siren FX for tension. Final chorus strips to vocal, sub, and a single synth pad for a haunted fade.
Credits
Prompt by
MrBox
MrBoxModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap trap song about buying a motorcycle driving fast and recklessly now my mom scared I’m gonna die living a secret life
