Riding Through It

[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

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.