

Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
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.
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No
3/14/2026