Ghost shift

Midnight… engine talkin’ back to me…

Chrome ghosts ridin’ through the static…

Can’t slow down — not tonight.

Bass hums, tires screamin’,

Moonlight gleamin’ on the demon I’m dreamin’.

City sleepin’, but the streets still breathin’,

Phonk in my veins, heartbeat’s uneven.

Pull up slow, tinted soul, I’m driftin’ ghost mode,

Neon glow, 808s explode, that’s the death code.

Smokin’ through the pain, see my life in the rearview,

Mirror full of scars, every line that I steer through.

Can’t trust fate, I accelerate,

Darkness in the trunk, that’s the weight I create.

Every beat drop feel like thunder from below,

I don’t chase fame — I chase shadows and smoke.

Cowbells fade…

RPM climbin’…

One breath left before the shift hits—

"Ghost—ghost—shift—shift—shift—shift!"

808 growls / cowbells crack / car screech FX

Cruise through the void, every lane feel cursed,

Coffin on wheels — put the beat in a hearse.

Smoke in my lungs, but the mind stay clean,

Money ain’t real when you live in a dream.

Tokyo drifts through American streets,

Basslines burn like gasoline leaks.

Voices in the static sayin’, “ride or die,”

And I ain’t ever stoppin’ till the sun don’t rise.

"Can’t wake up… still racin’ in my sleep…"

808 heartbeat fades to silence.