Lyrics
[Chorus]
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’ (yeah)
Whole state dirty, they find me or try it
One-seventy speed, I ain’t touchin’ no brakes
Criminal mind, I’m in love with the chase
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’
Clip by the seat, all my fears stay silent
Duffel full of bands, got my future in black
If the lights hit the glass, I ain’t lookin’ back
[Verse 1]
Southern state line, bugs on the grill
Blue lights lurk, I get a chill
Mind on a body that I can’t name
Hands on the wheel, blame on the game
Phone keep buzzin’, they fiend for a visit
She say she miss me, I’m missin’ my limits
Tank on fumes, but the trunk on full
Head full of rage, heart half bull
[Chorus]
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’ (skrrt)
Whole state dirty, they find me or try it
One-seventy speed, I ain’t touchin’ no brakes
Criminal mind, I’m in love with the chase
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’
Clip by the seat, all my fears stay silent
Duffel full of bands, got my future in black
If the lights hit the glass, I ain’t lookin’ back
[Verse 2]
Hoes keep callin’, I let that ring
Blood on my conscience, diamond ring gleam
Gas station bathroom, wash my face
See that stranger starin’ back in the haze
Rest stop camera over my head
License plate dirt, but my eyes stay red
GPS glitchin’, I’m lost, I’m free
Only sure thing is the law want me
[Chorus]
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’ (oh yeah)
Whole state dirty, they find me or try it
One-seventy speed, I ain’t touchin’ no brakes
Criminal mind, I’m in love with the chase
Fast lane livin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’
Clip by the seat, all my fears stay silent
Duffel full of bands, got my future in black
If the lights hit the glass, I ain’t lookin’ back
Style
rapgritty southern trap bangerheavy 808s and skittering hi-hats. male vocals with a lowmenacing delivery in the verses; hook is chant-like and anthemic with layered ad-libs. darkcinematic pads underneath detuned bellsoccasional chopped vocal stabs. mix pushes the kick and bass upfrontvocals slightly saturated for a rawoutlaw feel.
Prompt
Riding dirty southern state running hitting speeds of 170 scat screaming mind loaded clip under the seat loaded bands in duffel bag criminal running murder thinking fast lane living hoes be callin rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedMar 17, 2026
ModelAria v5
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