

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cutting up in traffic middle lane, hazard in my head Gas light, heart light both running red Phone on silent but my brain on loud Smile in the mirror just to fake the crowd Left blink on but I stay in the right Caught in my thoughts like a red light at night Boss on my back and these bills on my lap Every white line feel like it’s drawing a map [Chorus] Cutting up in traffic, cutting through the static Tryna outrun all the weight on my chest Switching these lanes like I’m dodging my sadness Still end up stuck at the same old exit Cutting up in traffic, calling it a habit Laugh it off, say I’m just reckless But I’m just tryna feel something that’s lasting In a world that keep pressing on my neck, yeah [Verse 2] Seatbelt on but I’m still not safe Eyes wide open but my mind misplaced Mom keep asking “Boy, you good?” on the phone I say “yeah, I’m straight” pull up hurting alone Fast food bag on the passenger seat Like my dreams half warm, half cold, half-eaten Playlist on shuffle but the pain on repeat Praying I don’t slide when the tires start to screech (skrrt) [Chorus] Cutting up in traffic, cutting through the static Tryna outrun all the weight on my chest Switching these lanes like I’m dodging my sadness Still end up stuck at the same old exit Cutting up in traffic, calling it a habit Laugh it off, say I’m just reckless But I’m just tryna feel something that’s lasting In a world that keep pressing on my neck, yeah [Bridge] High beams on but the tunnel feel dark Got a full tank with an empty heart If I make it home I’ma park that fear Kill the engine but I’m still right here [Chorus] Cutting up in traffic, cutting through the static Tryna outrun all the weight on my chest Switching these lanes like I’m dodging my sadness Still end up stuck at the same old exit Cutting up in traffic, calling it a habit Laugh it off, say I’m just reckless But I’m just tryna feel something that’s lasting In a world that keep pressing on my neck, yeah
Tags
rap, Gritty East Coast trap-leaning rap beat around 138 BPM, swung hi-hats and thick sub bass. Verses in tight, breathy male vocals up close to the mic, ad-libs tucked back. Hook gets a wider stereo field with layered doubles and a simple sung top-line. Occasional filtered drops to highlight key punchlines, then full beat slams back with aggressive 808 glides and sharp snares.
3:02
No
4/4/2026