Betrayal in the Fast Lane

Yeah, I handed you the keys, you crashed my trust, no brake lights,
Thought you were real, but you were fake like counterfeit moonlights.
You played me bitch like a track I knew by heart, a fresh beat that hit right,
Then flipped the script at the last minute, left me in the cold night.
I’m stackin’ receipts in my head, like a diary with deadlifts,
Every text you sent, every lie you spread, twistin’ like curtains.
You said forever, but your words were a mask, no disguises,
Now I’m fuckin risin’ from the ashes, sharpened tongue, alignin’ the prizes.

Chorus (hook)
You swore you were true, but bitch you lied through your veneers
Took a shot at my trust, now I’m fuckin pumpin’ up the fiercest fear.
I’m paintin’ your memory in steel, every fuckin verse a steel-toe boot,
Betrayal in the fast lane, I’m crashin’ you out, that’s the fuckin truth.

Verse 2
I’m mirror-movin’, see-through grit, I’m the storm after the calm,
You left a dent in me, but I’m rebuildin’ with a sharper palm.
You wanted the spotlight bitch, but I’m the mic you can’t swallow,
Spit venom in melodies, watch your whole image go fuckin hollow.
Every late-night call, every grin you wore like a fuckin crown,
I read between the lines, you weren’t strong, you just let me down.
Now I’m sprintin’ through the chapters, pages fuckin burnin’ in the flame,
Turned the heartbreak into fuel, I’m redefinin’ my own name.

Bridge
You thought you had me bitch, but I’m a volcano with a mic,
Eruptin’ truth in every line I write, no time to strike.
If you want a parade of apologies, you can fuckin keep them in a box,
I’m breakin’ every chain you tethered, shatterin’ your fake little locks.

Chorus (hook)
You swore you were true, but bitch you lied through your veneers 
Took a shot at my trust, now I’m fuckin pumpin’ up the fiercest fear
I’m paintin’ your memory in steel, every fuckin verse a steel-toe boot,
Betrayal in the fast lane, I’m crashin’ you out, that’s the fuckin truth.

Verse 3
From rooftop confessions to backstage myths, I read the signs,
You played a game with fire, got burned by your own designs.
I’m the chorus you can’t fuckin escape, I’m the storm on the verge,
Rhyme-lab cadences collide, disruptin’ your every urge.
If loyalty were money, you’d owe me interest overdue,
But I’m cashin’ out your fantasies, paid in lessons true.
So when the curtains fall and the lights expose your face,
Know this breakup’s a launchpad, not a fall from grace.

Outro
So let me sign off with a final, raw dispatch:
You fuckin played with my heart bitch, now I’m the blast radius you can’t outmatch.
This is the last verse you’ll hear in this broken serenade,
I’m reclaimin’ my throne, you’re the fuckin memory I finally erase.

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