[Intro] Jara said look, don’t touch. I touched the red one first. [Verse 1 ] Dead halls, polished lies, hunting metal that still bites. I stop cold — sixty-seven Cooper, cherry paint, DH-44 still proper. Little British bastard sitting too clean, staring like it asked for the cut. Jara counts the black-market zeros. I’m already tasting the crime. [Pre-Chorus 1] She’s pricing serious collectors. I’m pricing how loud to wreck it. [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the museum quiet, Data Hit, cleanest score all week. One glitch and the classic walks, Data Hit — rolled it out on silent feet. When that smug red thing dared me, Data Hit — the shine didn’t last a second. [Verse 2] Night shift dies, alarms go soft, Jara clears the path, I take the lot. She talks numbers, quiet and sure, I’m already ripping its soul out. Neon veins under the floorpan scream, bass bin where the spare used to dream. AR glass locked on permanent “TOO LOUD”, hover nubs twitching for a crowd. Circuit scars carved across the classic hood — collectors would choke if they only knew. [Pre-Chorus 2] Jara walks around it once. Long silence. “…You didn’t just kill it. You made it beg.” [Chorus 2] Data Hit in the neon rain, Data Hit, still the sweetest crime. One glitch and the value burned, Data Hit — now the streets can hear it shine. When DH-44 starts howling pink, Data Hit — we gutted the legend, kept the rush. [Bridge] Rain runs down the glowing scars, she watches her fortune die. One slow breath — then she yanks the door open hard. [Final Chorus] Data Hit through the dripping sprawl, Data Hit, tiny war crime, zero shame! One glitch and the shine is gone, Data Hit — now it carries our stain. When the butchered classic owns the night, Data Hit — too loud, still right, setting the lane on fire. [Outro] We tear off into the wet glow. Jara mutters “this is the last time.” I don’t answer. She reaches over and cranks the volume till the windows shake. --- Lyrics © 2026 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Exclusively available on Suno.
