

Prompt / 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
Tags
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.
2:38
No
3/2/2026