Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Houston, we have a problem
Seat back, sky in the windshield
Gas tank full, but my chest on E
Same road, but the route feels different
Dashboard glow on my knuckles
White grip, turning the wheel too tight
Heart is t—
stuck in my throat
Like a glitch that I can't rewrite
[Chorus]
Got a full tank, empty heart
Pushing limits to two-fifty in the dark
If I crash, I crash into my past
Racing my memories, they always catch me last
Got a full tank, empty heart
Every mile just tears me apart
If I burn, then at least I’ll see
If there’s anything left of me
[Verse 2]
You left your hoodie in the backseat
Still smells like late nights, fast food, bad TV
I talk to the mirror like it’s you
But it cracks when it looks back at me
All these texts I never sent
All these songs I never meant
To bleed this much, but here I am
Pouring out what you already spent
[Chorus]
Got a full tank, empty heart
Pushing limits to two-fifty in the dark
If I crash, I crash into my past
Racing my memories, they always catch me last
Got a full tank, empty heart
Every mile just tears me apart
If I burn, then at least I’ll see
If there’s anything left of me
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m addicted to the almost
Addicted to the edge of the end
I don’t really wanna die tonight
I just wanna feel something again (oh)
Headlights flicker on the guardrail
I’m a rumor in the rearview glass
If I let my foot off for a second
I’m afraid that the pain might pass
[Chorus]
Got a full tank, empty heart
Pushing limits to two-fifty in the dark
If I crash, I crash into my past
Racing my memories, they always catch me last
Got a full tank, empty heart
Every mile just tears me apart
If I burn, then at least I’ll see
If there’s anything left of me
Style
rapemo rap meets alt-rock: melancholic keys over trap-influenced drumsfuzzed-out guitars swelling in the hook. verses in tightconfessional rap cadences; choruses explode into rawshouted melody with stacked harmonies. bass hits hard but leaves space for emo vocals to crack and strain on the high notes.emoalternative rock
Prompt
Houston we have a problem, the gas tank is full, but my heart is t, racing my memories, pushing limits to 250, rap, emo rap, alternative rock
Credits
Prompt by
tonytone
tonytoneGeneratedFeb 26, 2026
ModelAria v5
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