[Intro] (Low, almost whispered) Whatever it is — it kicks in hard. Whatever it costs — too far. If I stop — it hits again. If I move — it digs within. (Beat slams.) [Hook] (Clearer voice, punchy delivery) Running. Corner after corner. Breath short. Shadow closer. Heartbeat — Out the chest. Can’t stop. No rest. Running. Corner after corner. Street cold. World darker. Something there. Right behind. Can’t stop now. Out of time. [Verse 1] (Keep imagery, sharper delivery) Corner one. No name. Old man rush — Door slam. Old lady yelling — Voice cracks. Purple street light — Flicker. Snap. Cars drift wide. Windows black. Faces blur. Don’t look back. Footsteps echo. Too near. Start running. Still here. [Hook] Running. Corner after corner. Breath short. Shadow closer. Heartbeat — Out the chest. Can’t stop. No rest. Running. Corner after corner. Street even colder Street much darker More is there Right behind. Can’t stop now. Out of time. [Verse 2] (Paranoia tighter) Next block. Stop. Breathe. Police car. Engine heat. Stand in shadow. Don’t glow. Hope he don’t see What I don’t know. Store bell rings — Sharp. Loud. Door swings open. No crowd. Something steps out. Tall shape. Black? White? No face. Sweat down spine. Cold track. Street bends sideways. Snap. Blink once — It’s gone. Start running. On. [Glitchy Trap Instrumental Solo] (Drums cut.) (808 slides down pitch. Bass clipping. Static rising. Then drums slam back in.) [Verse 3] (darker, less sing-song) Three blocks later. Or one. Lamp post hum. Dying sun. She stands still. Red heels glow. Smile sharp. Eyes low. Steps closer. Slow swing. Voice drops deep — (female spoken) “Darling… bling bling.” Air turns heavy. Sound gone thin. Shadow moves Before her skin. Step back once. She steps in. Run faster. Paper thin. Light speed. Street folds. Black hole pull. World cold. [Bridge] (Stripped, tense, almost spoken) Am I moving? Or stuck in place? Is this running? Or just my brain? Hands numb. Vision white. Street gone. Only light. If I fall — Do I wake? If I wake — Was I late? (808 swell rising…) [Final Hook] (More desperate, slightly louder) Running. Corner after corner. Heartbeat loud. Getting stronger. Shadow close. Breath shorter. Can’t stop now. No order. Running. Corner after corner. Street and pulse — Same rhythm. Can’t tell Which one’s in ‘em. [Collapse] Feet still moving. Don’t touch ground. City spinning. No sound. Left. Right. Air thin. White light Caving in. Heartbeat On a line. Mine and sirens Intertwine. Thud. Thud. Thud. [Outro] (Distant, soft,spoken) “Sir… Sir… please wake up.” “Sir, take a breath.” “Stay with me.”
