Green light

(Intro)  
Yeah…  
It’s not a greenlight. It’s a warning light.  
Let’s go.

(Verse 1)  
Woke up to a ceiling I don’t recognize,  
Pills on the dresser, numbers in my eyes.  
Phone dead, window cracked, air taste like rust,  
Another day I’m breathin’ out of habit, not trust.  
Used to dream big, now I dream of sleep,  
Count sheep that look like the promises I keep.  
Every win feels borrowed, every loss feels owned,  
Walk through my own house like I’m not home.

(Chorus)  
It’s a greenlight in a tunnel with no end,  
Foot on the gas but I forgot my friends.  
If they sleep, good — they don’t see the crash,  
I build it up just to watch it turn to ash.  
Greenlight… and I’m gone,  
Chasin’ ghosts till the break of dawn.

(Verse 2)  
Mirror talk back, and it don’t sound kind,  
Says “you’re the reason you’re losin’ your mind.”  
Late nights ain’t hustle, they’re just hideouts,  
Pour another glass, drown the shoutouts.  
I got people who love me, I push ‘em away,  
Easier to bleed alone than explain the day.  
Not for the fame, not for the flash,  
For the kid in the photos who’s starting to crash.

(Verse 3)  
City lights flicker like a bad connection,  
I’m searchin’ for peace in the wrong direction.  
Friends turned strangers with familiar faces,  
We toast to nothin’ in all the wrong places.  
I write these lines like a last confession,  
Every bar’s a bruise, every rhyme’s a lesson.  
But the lesson don’t stick, the wound won’t close,  
I’m the arsonist and the fire hose.

(Chorus)  
It’s a greenlight in a tunnel with no end,  
Foot on the gas but I forgot my friends.  
If they sleep, good — they don’t see the crash,  
I build it up just to watch it turn to ash.  
Greenlight… and I’m gone,  
Chasin’ ghosts till the break of dawn.

(Verse 4)  
Some days I’m numb, some days I’m raw,  
Some days I’m both, and that’s the flaw.  
I laugh at funerals I hold inside,  
Bury versions of me and pretend they died.  
Therapy’s a word, not a place I go,  
I treat the symptoms, never touch the source though.  
If heaven’s real, I’ve been ghosted,  
If hell’s real, I’ve already hosted.

(Outro)  
Greenlight…  
No brakes.  
No map.  
Just me and the static.

Deep base. Freestyle. Dubstep. Hip-Hop. Electric. Motavattin. Hype. Male and female vocals. Party. Pimp. Base tape. Edm.