Red blood moon, Camaro flyin' through the haze,
Shiftin' gears past shadows of them glory days.
Broken-glass memories, 4-1-9 on the dash,
Rear-view mirror struggles mixed with dreams that clash.
Take it back, to the paved roads of doubt,
Rolling on rims while the system bangs loud.
Echoes in the night, crickets hum, lights dim,
The past rides with me, never grew out of him.
Bootleg vibes in the trunk, beats crack that stone,
Torque spit like fire, pavement calling me home.
Hazy nights, red moons light the crooked mile,
Camaro cutting through time, grimaced, but a smile.
Take it back, to the paved roads of doubt,
Rollin' slow, red moon glow, Yanko hums a hymn,
Whippin’ ghosts through the streets, dark memory-driven sin.
4 1 9 was the code that shattered glass and dreams,
Chased by history's shadows, ridin' on exhaust streams.
Take it back, to the days, Camaro blaze in my veins,
Shifting gears of the past, in the loops, it remains.
Broken glass, fractured lives, every crack tells a tale,
Red Blood Moon got me trapped on this nostalgia rail.
Clutch kicked, time slipped, smell of gas and regrets,
Skid marks on the pavement, can't erase what connects.
Hollow laughs in the rearview, faces faded, unclear,
Echoes honk their horns in songs only chaos can hear.
Dark highways stretch wide, memories hitch for a ride,
Trunk full of the past, nowhere to hide.
Bottles pop, shadows whisper under crescent beams,
Camaro drags the weight of a reel stuck on past scenes.
Scarlet tide hits the hood when remorse takes the wheel,
Cruising lanes paved in sorrow, chrome barely concealed.
Sunset’s rival in the sky, red moon howls for the lost,
Past steers my muscle frame, at nostalgia’s cost.
Red blood moon drip, yanko Camaro cruise
Hollow tips in my thoughts, street vibe ooze
Gritty glass crunch, 4-1-9 flash bite
Time traveling gears grind, vanish in the night
Back to the future, red blood moon yanko Camaro take flight
Ghost rides of the past, lit under that light
Shifting through the distance, future in my sight
Moon shadows creeping, rolling deep ride-tight
Nostalgia tastes tangy, memories on the floor
Broken bottles tell the story, pain we ignore
Concrete beneath wheels, history reborn
Red glow tinted dreams, outlaws sworn
Steering to the echoes, city hums decay
Grinding gears of moments, metal on ballet
Skrrt through dimensions, timelines don’t delay
4-1-9 whispers, secrets in my sway
Back to the future, Camaros take flight
Ghost rides of the past, lit under that light
Shifting through the distance, future in my sight
Moon shadows creeping, rolling deep ride-tight
Red moon beams clash with shattered street haze
Blueprints of survival, mark renegade days
Red blood Moon Camaro soul burning, horsepower ablaze
Time bends in the mirror, shifting life's phase
Take it back, to the days, Camaro blaze in my veins,
Shifting gears of the past, in the loops, it remains.
Broken glass, fractured lives, every crack tells a tale,
Red Blood Moon got me trapped on this nostalgia rail.
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