midnight city, 808s bleed

neon veins and high speed

red flags glow in the glass

you were dead weight on the gas

you were in the backseat, acting like a king

fake gold crown, screenshot ring

talk too loud with a hollow chest

parasite love on a stolen flex

cheap boy, all cap, no lane

copy-paste lines, all the same

every word glitch, every move lag

you’re the bug, i’m the red flag

cut the wire, kill the sound

your drama dies when i’m not around

i shift up, you slide away

you decay, i upgrade

ride solo, lights bleed black

backseat boy, no coming back

you make me sick, i cut you clean

parasite love out my machine

stay in your lane, don’t say my name

you’re just the backseat, out of the frame

ick on sight, i hit the brakes

you’re the echo of your own mistakes

180 pace, cowbell knock

808 kick make your lies unlock

midnight drift, i own this road

you’re just noise in a broken code

talk “nice guy” with a borrowed soul

offline heart, control with ctrl

blocklist tag on your username

red flag clown with a canceled game

no more wave you can ride for free

no more shine that you stole from me

i’m the main screen, you’re the lagging feed

i’m the full tank, you’re the slow bleed

engine up, my pulse in sync

all your colors fade to pink

i go ghost, you phase to gray

i move on, you drift away

ride solo, lights bleed black

backseat boy, no coming back

you make me sick, i cut you clean

parasite code out my machine

stay in your lane, don’t say my name

you’re just the backseat, lost in the frame

ick on sight, i don’t look back

phonk-mode heart, you fade to black