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(Intro) (Hook)
Ashes in the ashtray, pain up in my past ways,
Tryna outrun my old self but I still feel them bad days.
Whiskey in my night cup, demons never light up,
Prayin’ to the sky but I think God keep his line shut.
(Verse 1)
I was raised where the Bible got pages missin’,
Mama in the kitchen, daddy in the system.
Had to hustle on my name, not a pot to piss in,
And the mirror been a menace since the premonition.
Four in the mornin’, my heart been stormin’,
Soul worn thin and the rain keep pourin’.
Pain don’t fade when the check come in,
It just buys new chains for the same old sins.
And the homies I lost still ride in the rearview,
Smoke in my lungs and regret in my clear view.
Never had brakes — only gas and a gear screw,
Speedin’ from my fate, wonderin’ who I steer to.
(Hook 2)
Ashes in the ashtray, pain up in my past ways,
Tryna outrun my old self but I still feel them bad days.
Whiskey in my night cup, demons never light up,
Prayin’ to the sky but I think God keep his line shut.
(Verse 2 - Double Time)
My mind racin’ like a Mustang, no seatbelt, just drug pain,
Scars laced on my ribcage, from nights I swore I’d just hang.
Talked to angels through the speaker static,
Mixed the holy water with a Xanax habit.
Can’t tell if I’m fallin’ or flyin’ dramatic,
But I chase what I love even if it’s traumatic.
Ink on my skin got stories untold,
Like my bro got popped when I was sixteen cold.
Tears in my pen, got fire in my flow,
But the soul stay haunted when you walk that road.
(Bridge)
And I don’t know if I’m cursed or chosen,
But I still ride even when I’m broken.
Every mile just fuels the motion,
Through the hurt, I find my ocean.
(Final Hook)
Ashes in the ashtray, pain up in my past ways,
Tryna outrun my old self but I still feel them bad days.
Whiskey in my night cup, demons never light up,
Prayin’ to the sky but I think God keep his line shut.

Southern Emo-Rap, Fast Flow, Melancholy, defiant, reflective, Acoustic guitar loop, trap drums, sub bass,  samples, male