Bag Under My Seat

[Verse 1]
Bag under my seat
Eyes in the mirror for the heat
Duct tape, black mask, cheap cologne
Whole damn trunk like a war zone
Sweat on my hands, I don’t blink
One wrong turn, boy, you sink
Red stains dried on the white tee
Whole lotta demons in the back with me
[Chorus]
Bag under my seat (don’t reach)
Whole life loud, but I creep
Heart beat faster than the street
Fuck what you heard, I don’t speak
Bag under my seat (no sleep)
I don’t fall off, I go deep
Teeth on edge, can’t feel my feet
Shit too real, I can’t leak
[Verse 2]
Phone on mute, drive past blue lights
Tank on E, still chase new heights
Cracked-screen map, route reroute
Nerves so fried that I laugh it out
Ash in the cup, teeth grit, I swerve
Every wrong choice got me what I deserve
Piss in the bottle by the old receipts
Whole past life in these dirty seats
[Chorus]
Bag under my seat (don’t reach)
Whole life loud, but I creep
Heart beat faster than the street
Fuck what you heard, I don’t speak
Bag under my seat (no sleep)
I don’t fall off, I go deep
Teeth on edge, can’t feel my feet
Shit too real, I can’t leak

rap, Dark underground phonk meets experimental rap; blown-out 808s and warped Memphis samples under a distorted, half-whispered male vocal. Verses race with double-time pockets, filter sweeps and tape stop effects punctuate key punchlines. Hook hits with shouted gang vocals, sub-bass surges, and metallic percussion stabs that push into trap metal intensity., metal, experimental, rapid, beats, vocal