Wrong-Handed Halo Run

[Verse 1] Ghost in the hallway Hands on the rail like a ballet Skating past the cameras sideways Low cap, hood up, Friday Concrete veins all buzzing Keycard clone, heart thudding Every turn, every sudden Shadow move like a cousin [Pre-Hook] He said he on that ghost key Keep it low-key Slip between the frames on the feed Run the code in the bleed Wrong map taped to the lead Metal score in the reeds String hits copying speed While the kick drum screams [Verse 2] Time skip Back alley again Same asphalt, same old grin Different mask, same origin Fire stairs, cold oxygen Rooftop wind like violin Metal band reading Bach is sin Quartet chugging drop-D din [Hook] Same city, different night Same crew chasing flight You keep diving back to fight Till you ride the perfect line Can’t stop Can’t stop Can’t stop this spin Down low under the lights You just learn to tuck the grin [Verse 3] Grind on the guardrail Wrong hand, wrong trail Every note bent off-scale Every wheel edge writes a tale Every near fall flips to prevail Rooftop gap, no handrail String run mimics a wail Metal solo turns into hail [Bridge] Secret decks and hatch doors Silent floors mapped in lore Every cam they aimed before Only caught the cardboard core All the heat they tried to pour Melted into rhythm war Guitars scream like distant lore Cello double-picks the score [Outro] Can’t stop Can’t stop Can’t stop this spin Wrong charts Wrong parts Still they lock it in He remembered She remembered Why they love the thin Line cut Edge cut Every silent win On the down low On the down low They just drop in and begin