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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Racing my car, racing my thoughts
Dash lit up, I’m connecting the dots
Tired of all these bots in my phone
Fake love, fake likes, still alone
Gas in the tank, but my heart on E
Voice in my head say it’s all on me
Left lane life, always chasing a bag
Still feel broke with a trunk full of cash
[Chorus]
Racing my car, racing my thoughts (skrrt)
Tryna outdrive everything I’m not
Going too fast just to feel something
Pray I don’t crash ’fore I make that money
Come home late, don’t get no honey (nah)
Cold sheets, cold plate, that’s funny
All that speed and I’m stuck in place
Racing my car, racing my brain
[Verse 2]
Red eyes, red light, I don’t brake
Sleep been a stranger I can’t fake
Window down, let the night air sting
Still can’t numb what the memories bring
Crew hit me up, but I ghost all calls
Can’t trust vibes, they just want my fall
If I make it big, they gon’ say “that’s us”
Where was you at when the tank was rust?
[Chorus]
Racing my car, racing my thoughts (yeah)
Tryna outdrive everything I’m not
Going too fast just to feel something
Pray I don’t crash ’fore I make that money
Come home late, don’t get no honey
Cold sheets, cold plate, still hungry
All that speed and I’m stuck in place
Racing my car, racing my brain (racing my brain)
Details
GeneratedFeb 25, 2026
Duration2:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Emo-trap beat with woozy guitars and distant pads, male vocals in a tired half-rap, half-melody flow. Verses dry and close-mic’d, ad-libs drenched in reverb. Hook lifts with layered harmonies and a slightly brighter chord shift, 808s hitting harder. Sparse melodic counter-line in the second hook to deepen the ache., emo
Credits
Prompt by
tonytone
tonytoneModelAria v5
Prompt
Racing my car racing my thoughts, tired of all these botts, going to drive fast to make that money, come home don't get no honey, rap, emo rap
