[Intro - distant sound of tires on wet asphalt, slow hazy synth pad swells] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Reverb-heavy, smooth atmospheric night-trap style like Khalid] Yeah. Meter's running. Just sit back. Enjoy the ride. [Verse 1 - laid-back flow, hypnotic beat drops] Picked you up on Interstate Nine Rain was falling, blurring the line You jumped in the back, soaking wet and shaking Looking out the glass like the world was breaking I adjusted the mirror, asked you for the pin You just pointed forward, shivering in your skin. You keep checking your phone, but the screen is black Muttering about the headlights creeping on our back. [Pre-Chorus - beat stutters, tension builds slightly] You say there's a phantom in the pouring rain. A rusted-out sedan in the passing lane. Swerving through the hydroplane, gunning for the crash. You're bracing for the impact, waiting for the flash. [Chorus - expansive, wide stereo synths, heavy 808 bass] But it's just a drive by, cruising through the mist. Crossed off another name sitting on the list. You can check the rearview, panic in your breath. Running from a shadow, scared yourself to death. Lean back into the leather, let the heater blow. We got a long, dark highway to go. [Verse 2 - faster vocal delivery, slightly more urgent] You're yelling at me now, telling me to speed. Saying that the rusted car is gaining on the lead. I keep the cruise control exactly on the dot. I know this stretch of road, I know the very spot. You point a trembling finger at the twisted metal frame Saying that the driver is calling out your name. [Pre-Chorus - beat stutters, tension builds slightly] You say there's a phantom in the pouring rain. A rusted-out sedan in the passing lane. Swerving through the hydroplane, gunning for the crash. You're bracing for the impact, waiting for the flash. [Chorus - expansive, wide stereo synths, heavy 808 bass] But it's just a drive by, cruising through the mist. Crossed off another name sitting on the list. You can check the rearview, panic in your breath. Running from a shadow, scared yourself to death. Lean back into the leather, let the heater blow. We got a long, dark highway to go. [Bridge - beat drops out, just a solitary dripping synth and vocal] [Spoken calmly, intimate mic proximity] We pass the rusted car on the shoulder of the road. Flashing red and blue lights. Flares in the mud. You look out the window and you scream. Because they're pulling your body from the driver's seat. [Outro - beat returns, heavy and slow, solemn mood] [Vocalizing smoothly, fading out] That phantom isn't chasing you. It's where you left your life. Five miles back in the rain. I'm not an Uber driver, my friend. I'm just the ferryman. Welcome to the other side. [Sound of a car door locking, engine fades] [End]
