
Lights on the dash like a permanent rave
I’m ridin’ on E but I still won’t behave
Sirens in rearview, I dance with the wave
One hand on the wheel, other hand on the grave
They say slow down, but the engine don’t listen
I’m married to hustle, the vows gettin’ written
In red ink and rubber, in smoke that I’m spittin’
In late-night confessions that no one is gettin’
Time is a liar, it promise tomorrow
But every new second just borrow from sorrow
I’m chasin’ the sun while the moon steal the light
Gone every day, so I fade out the night
Clock hit the six, I reload and repeat
Heart skip a beat but my hustle stay sweet
I’m gone like the wind with no name on the breeze
Just echoes of tires and unfinished dreams
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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