Wheelies On The Edge

[Verse 1]
Black hoodie
visor down
I ain’t tryna talk ‘bout feelings now
Throttle in my palm like a panic button
twist it to the max, all the noise get muffled
Redline therapy, middle of the night
front wheel up just to feel some fight
Highway empty but my head too loud
thinking, “One bad slip, I’m out this crowd”
Tell my boys “I’m good,” they know that’s cap
laugh it off, but I’m trapped in the back of my skull like that
Dark thoughts riding on my shoulder, real
half of me living, half begging for the kill
[Chorus]
I’ve been doing wheelies on the edge of my life
one wrong move and I’m gone from sight
Yeah, I used to pray a crash would end this pain
now I wanna make it home, see another day again
Living like I got nothing left, that was a lie
I was trying to outrun what’s inside
But I’m still here, still breathing, still fighting this fight
Turned my last goodbye to another try
[Verse 2]
Text unsent to my mom last year
typed “I’m tired,” then I hit backspace on the fear
Pills in my hand like a coin to flip
bike keys on the table, same kind of risk
I was chasing every corner like I didn’t care
thinking if I slide out, least I’m not there
But the scrape on my arm, that sting, that burn
whispered, “If you feel this much, maybe it’s your turn…
…to stay”
and I listened, little by little every day
Told my bro, “I’m not okay,” he pulled up fast
we sat on the curb, just talked, just laughed
[Chorus]
I’ve been doing wheelies on the edge of my life
one wrong move and I’m gone from sight
Yeah, I used to pray a crash would end this pain
now I wanna make it home, see another day again
Living like I got nothing left, that was a lie
I was trying to outrun what’s inside
But I’m still here, still breathing, still fighting this fight
Turned my last goodbye to another try
[Bridge]
Now it’s sunlight on the handlebars, wind in my face (woo)
same road, same scars, but a different pace
I still hear the dark voice talking low in my ear
but I talk back now, “You can’t drive from here”
I ride for my brothers, for my fam, for myself (myself)
for the kid I was, crying quiet on the shelf
Life still heavy, it ain’t suddenly sweet
but I’d rather feel the weight than admit defeat
[Chorus]
I’ve been doing wheelies on the edge of my life
learned that living full don’t mean I gotta die
Yeah, I still got days where it all feels fake
but I keep my hands steady, I don’t aim for the break
Living like I got something real, that’s my side
every scar on my skin says I survived
And I’m still here, still breathing, still riding this ride
Turned my worst dark night to a sunrise
[Outro]
Front wheel down
both feet firm
I ain’t done yet
I still got turns
(engine hums low)
(yeah, I’m still here)

rap, Dark but triumphant hip-hop with male vocals; eerie reversed keys and a moody pad over a swung, head-knock drum groove, deep bass moving in half-step slides. Verses stay close and confessional, almost spoken, then the hook blooms with layered chant-style backing vocals and a brighter synth line. Final section adds a soaring guitar texture and bigger drums for a cathartic, victorious lift.