It Got Away

run it back, run it back, rewind the tape  

but the moment vanished, left me in the wake  

had it locked, had it tight, thought it was mine  

now the grip is empty, watch the timeline  

fast lane flash, blink and it’s gone  

left me in the dust, singing the same song  

chasing taillights, burning rubber smoke  

heart doing backflips, feel the pressure choke  

one hand on the wheel, other reaching out  

but the prize already took another route  

no rewind button, no second chance  

just the echo of the moment in my stance  

it was right there, now it’s in the dust  

lessons burn hotter when the moment’s rushed  

now I’m spitting bars, trying to make it up