65 MPH IN THE DARK FEAT (Calhoun x Shocka x 501 Bryze x JamWayne Energy)

Midnight on the highway with the yellow lines burning, Alpha on the radio saying “Bro, slow it down, I’m turning.” But the regulator’s locked, sixty‑five on the mark, And the only thing ahead is the road in the dark. He says “Thirty‑five limit, man, we’re entering town,” I say “Sixty‑five steady, I’m not backing down.” Headlights in the distance, cars coming fast, But I ride the wrong shoulder like a ghost sliding past. Sixty‑five in the dark, no fear in my lane, Engine growling low like it’s chewing through the pain. Alpha losing breath saying “Bro, you’re insane,” But that’s what happens when you wanted the game. Red lights on the crossroads, but I don’t touch the brake, Five thousand in fines for the lesson he’ll take. He says “Man, it’s gonna hit,” I say “Watch me glide,” On the wrong‑side curb with the night open wide. Sixty‑five in the dark, no stream, no show, Just the hum of the diesel and the black road below. He says “You’re a madman,” I say “You asked to see,” Now you know why I roll fifty‑five normally. City fades behind us, silence in his tone, He whispers “Never again,” like he’s chilled to the bone. But the 389’s steady, cutting clean through the night, And he finally understands what control feels like. Sixty‑five in the dark, just the road and the steel, A lesson in the shadows only real drivers feel. He wanted the speed, now he’s seen the spark, Of a lone‑wolf rolling hard at sixty‑five in the dark.