Boost kick hard, yeah I ride like a curse, Tires scream pain when I slide in reverse. Twin turbo breathin', my pistons confess, No stock thoughts—my map's tuned for stress. I ghost through tunnels with the gauges aglow, Dash lookin' like Tokyo, underglow show. Shift with precision, that paddle click mean, She said I’m a weapon, I said I'm machine. Stainless catless, I bark when I roll, Welded the diff, now I drift on control. I don’t need traction, I dance in the rain, Spool up the hurt, then I bleed out the lane. Hellcat roar with the camber too low, Front lip kissin’ the street like “yo.” Whole crew savage, but I stay serene, I'm Cole in a whip—silent and clean. Midnight throttle, my therapy scream, Shiftin' through pain like I’m shatterin’ dreams. I don’t race you—I erase you from frame, One lane, one soul, one god: octane. Neon reflections drown my eyes, I’m just a silhouette sharp in the mist. Speed ain't a thrill, it’s how I survive, Through gears and ghosts, I coexist. Rollin’ down streets with a purpose in pain, The gas pedal listens like a priest in sin. My past too loud, can’t mute the flame, So I floor that bitch till my head don’t spin. I slide past memories, burnt like clutch, Rearview shows what I left unsaid. Most want fame, I don't need that crutch, I want silence—flatline red. Every turn’s a scar I etch with chrome, Every rival’s just a moving line. I'm colder alone but I call it home, A night so fast it bends time. (yeah... uh) Grrt—ghost like blur in the dawn... (Ayy) flashback dark, still I'm gone... Yeah—foot down, mind gone numb... (Uh-huh) only god in the tank when I run... Dark tint cloak, no name on the tag, Slide on you quick, no dust, no sound. My grip like fate, no wheel ever drag, I shift in the void where the gods ain’t found. Your team got flash, my crew got pace, Burnout blessin’ the street like rites. No dreams in this lane, just pure cold grace, I race through sins and call them nights. Midnight throttle, my therapy scream, Shiftin' through pain like I’m shatterin’ dreams. I don’t race you—I erase you from frame, One lane, one soul, one god: octane! © 2025 - skvadMC
