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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Back on my bullshit
No explanations today
[Verse 1]
You brought a whole courtroom to the kitchen table
I brought cold coffee and a mood unstable
Every little problem got a three-act play
I said, “Give me one minute,” you said, “Explain your way”
I’m not built for the cross-examination
Every text turns into a case investigation
You want the password, the map, the grand design
I want two wheels and a road that’s mine
[Pre-Chorus]
People don’t understand me, that’s fine
I stopped translating every thought in my mind
When the room gets loud and the patience gets thin
I turn that key and disappear again
[Chorus]
I gotta hit the Can-Am, wind therapy
Let the cold air pull the noise out of me
Silent Motion riders, rolling clean
No calls, no drama, no in-between
I gotta hit the Can-Am, let the highway talk
Blacktop medicine under both wheels when I walk
If you don’t understand me, don’t chase my lane
I’ll be back when I’m done outrunning the pain
[Verse 2]
Back on my bullshit, helmet by the door
You can keep the argument, I don’t need it anymore
Everybody’s got advice, everybody’s got a claim
But nobody stands beside me when they’re calling me insane
I’ve heard “you never listen” from a room full of noise
I’ve heard “you always leave” like I don’t have a choice
Maybe I’m a hard read, maybe that’s the cost
I’d rather lose a minute than explain what I lost
[Pre-Chorus]
People don’t understand me, that’s fine
I stopped translating every thought in my mind
When the room gets loud and the patience gets thin
I turn that key and disappear again
[Chorus]
I gotta hit the Can-Am, wind therapy
Let the cold air pull the noise out of me
Silent Motion riders, rolling clean
No calls, no drama, no in-between
I gotta hit the Can-Am, let the highway talk
Blacktop medicine under both wheels when I walk
If you don’t understand me, don’t chase my lane
I’ll be back when I’m done outrunning the pain
[Bridge]
No villain speech, no final decree
Just a full tank and a little room to breathe
The city keeps spinning, let it spin without me
For a couple miles, I remember who I be
[Final Chorus]
I gotta hit the Can-Am, wind therapy
Let the cold air pull the noise out of me
Silent Motion riders, rolling clean
No calls, no drama, no in-between
I gotta hit the Can-Am, back on my way
Fed up with the dumb shit everybody wants to say
If you don’t understand me, don’t chase my lane
I’ll be back when I’m done outrunning the pain
[Outro]
Back on my bullshit
Still moving
Silent Motion
Details
GeneratedSep 17, 2026
Duration3:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty New York boom-bap hip-hop, midtempo head-nod groove, dusty chopped-soul piano stabs, hard swung drums, thick bass, sparse ominous brass accents, cinematic streetwise production, dry punchy male rap vocal with sarcastic intensity, hook opens into wider drums and stacked ad-libs, brief breakdown before the final chorus
Credits
Prompt byMellowBolt739
ModelAria v6
Prompt
Chucky back on his bullshit fed up of all the dumb shit relationship problems. People don’t understand me gotta hit the Can-Am for the wind therapy. New York style hip-hop track silent motion riders.
