[Verse 1: Phonk male MC, low and menacing over a crunchy kick] Harbor road at two A.M., and the tires are singin' low And they put me in the chase spot behind the king of the show He got stickers on the fender, he got fans along the wall And he looked at my rust coupe, and he didn't look at all Clutch kick at the first sweeper, and he throws it sideways wide And I'm creepin' in his smoke, and I'm creepin' up his side He keeps lookin' in his mirror, and his mirror shows him smoke 'Cause I ain't behind him, I'm beside him, close enough to choke Every judge up in the tower leans in closer to the glass 'Cause the chase gets scored on closeness, and I'm closin' on his ass [Pre-Hook: Phonk male MC, cowbell melody rising, distorted bass] Every corner, every corner, I ain't goin' nowhere Every corner, look to your left, and I'm right there [Hook: Phonk male MC, full beat] Check your mirror, I ain't in it, turn your head, I'm on your door Two inches off the handle, and I'm closer than before You can brake late, you can turn in early, you can pray at every bend I'm on your door through every corner, and I'm on it at the end [Verse 2: Phonk male MC, colder, crunchy kick and snapping snare] Second corner he goes late, tryin' to shake me off his paint Third corner he goes early, and I'm on him, no complaint He goes wall-ride on the barrier, the sparks are jumpin' off the rail And I'm sparkin' right beside him like a dog tied to his tail I don't bump him, I don't touch him, I don't trade a single scratch I just sit there on his window like a face he can't detach And he's sweatin' through his gloves now, and he's grippin' at the wheel And he's steerin' where I want him, and he don't know it's my deal [Hook: Phonk male MC, full beat] Check your mirror, I ain't in it, turn your head, I'm on your door Two inches off the handle, and I'm closer than before You can brake late, you can turn in early, you can pray at every bend I'm on your door through every corner, and I'm on it at the end [Verse 3: Phonk male MC, flammed vocal, a second take of his voice sits a hair behind the first] Last corner, he's not lookin' at the road, he's lookin' at me And I lean in one more inch, no contact, just to let him see And he panics on the throttle, and he spins into the bales And I idle right on by him with the smoke still in my sails Then I follow him home quiet, down the harbor, down the lane Never closer, never farther, through the lights and through the rain So tonight when you get home and drop your keys onto the floor Look left before you sleep, king, look left, I'm on your door [Final Hook: Phonk male MC, full beat] Check your mirror, I ain't in it, turn your head, I'm on your door Two inches off the handle, and I'm closer than before You can brake late, you can turn in early, you can pray at every bend I'm on your door through every corner, and I'm on it at the end [End]
