Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro) (Sound of a bus engine humming, air brakes hissing) (Mumbled vocals, heavy breathing) Yeah... Mic check, one two. We on the road now. Battle Creek in the rearview. It’s dark out here. Just me, the inventory, and the ghosts. Thirty-seven dollars to my name. Let’s go. (Beat drops hard - Fast & Aggressive) (Chorus) Yeah, wake up! (Wake up!) I’m on the bus, gotta wake up! Got thirty-seven, cake up! (Cash!) I’m leaving town, gotta break up! Don’t fake up! (Nah!) Yeah, they know us. Why? 'Cause I’m a ghost. I got the pack in the coat. (Shhh) I’m trying to stay afloat. If the driver asks, say "I don’t know." Yeah, say "I don’t know." (Verse 1: The Departure & The Debt) Coco drove me to the station, yeah I owe him big I’m feeling like a guinea pig inside a rig (Skrrt) I couldn't pay him back, I had to dip and dash I’m sitting on the inventory, looking for the cash (Where is it?) I got the receipt, tried to show it to the man But nobody understands the Sorcerer’s plan. I spent seventy-one, now I’m down to three-seven I’m hoping that this Greyhound is a stairway to heaven (Please!) 'Cause hell is in my chest, yeah the fire is burning The wheels on the bus go round and turning My stomach is churning, I’m yearning for peace I’m trying to make the demons and the static cease. I’m looking at the window, seeing my reflection I’m searching for the signal, lost the connection. (Verse 2: The Physical Glitch) Chest tight! (Tight!) Yeah, the chest tight! I’m checking on my pulse in the middle of the night Am I dying? Am I living? Is it just the fright? I took a little something just to make it right (Maybe) But now I’m tweaking in the seat, moving my feet I’m sweating cold water on the leather and the pleat. "Health is Wealth" they say, but I’m broke as a joke I’m choking on the words that I never even spoke. My heart is skipping beats like a scratched-up CD I’m praying to the Lord, "Please don’t delete me!" I need a doctor, or maybe just a nap But I’m trapped in the back with the luggage and the strap. Glitching out! (Glitch!) System failure! (Fail!) I’m turning pale, yeah I’m looking kinda frail. (Chorus) Bitch, wake up! We on the road, gotta wake up! No makeup! This is raw life, no makeup! Got thirty-seven, cake up! I’m leaving Lauren, break up! But I’mma fix it, make up! Yeah, I’mma fix it, make up! (Verse 3: Lauren & The Letter) Lauren, don’t hate me, I had to escape (Run!) I’m trying to fix the picture, trying to fix the tape. I know I left you lonely in the cold and the snow But if I stayed, I would’ve died, and you know. (You know!) I’m toxic right now, I’m radioactive slime I need to scrub the soul, yeah I need a little time. I’m heading to the South, where the sun is gonna shine I promise when I’m back, girl, you gonna be mine. But right now? I’m a mess. I’m a hazard. I’m a spell-casting, broken-hearted, drugged-up wizard. (Magic!) I miss your face, I miss the way you look at me But right now, I’m unreadable, looking at the sea. Well, not the sea, just the highway and the lines I’m reading all the exit signs, looking for the signs. (Bridge: The Inventory Paranoia) (Beat cuts out to just the bass drum - thumping like a heartbeat) Is that a cop? Is that a fed? I got the inventory right beside my head. If they pull us over, am I gonna run? I ain't got a gun, I just got the fun. Paranoia creeping like a spider on the wall I’m waiting for the axe to fall. Shhh... be quiet. Don’t look suspicious. Just a kid on a bus, nothing vicious. Thirty-seven dollars... survival mode. I’m decoding the matrix, cracking the code. (Verse 4: The NC Reset) (Beat comes back in - Double Time Speed) But wait! North Carolina on the map! (NC!) I’m bridging the gap! I’m taking a nap, then I’m waking up strapped! Not with a gat, but with a new habitat! Grandma’s house, yeah the food is on the plate I’m resetting the date, I’m controlling the fate. New glasses on my face, new look in the eye I’m never gonna die, I’m screaming "Do or Die!" Arm mount ready, yeah the tech is legit I’m tired of the pit, I’m climbing out of it! FriedGhostly is the name, but the Ghost is getting real I’m grabbing on the wheel, yeah I’m sealing the deal. No more chest pains, just gains and brains I’m breaking all the chains and the mental strains. Reset the console! Reload the game! I’m coming back different, I won’t be the same! (Verse 5: The Sorcerer’s Vow) I’m an alchemist mixing the pain with the ink I’m standing on the brink, but I ain't gonna sink. I got the elemental magic in the bag I’m capturing the flag, I ain't trying to brag. But watch this comeback, it’s gonna be historical My rise from the ashes gonna be metaphorical. Biblical! Mythical! I’m getting critical! Thirty-seven dollars is the seed that I sow Watch the money tree grow, watch the energy flow. Coco, I got you. Lauren, I got you. Myself? Yeah, I got me too. We passing through the void, 4 AM in the dark But I got the spark. Yeah, I got the spark. (Outro) (Beat slows down, distorted and choppy) Thirty-seven... Inventory... Safe... Just breathe. In... Out... In... Out... Chest is still tight... but we moving. We moving South. Reset. End transmission.
Tags
Manic Trap, Distorted 808s, Hypnotic Synth Loop, Raw Lo-Fi Vocals, Aggressive Ad-libs, Dark Greyhound Bus Vibe, Fast.
Duration
5:11
Instrumental
No
Created
2/8/2026