“Tire Scream”

[Intro] Screech… screech… Night’s on fire — engine growls. [Chorus] Tires scream — city in smoke, we burn, never sleep, High heels on the asphalt — heartbeat on repeat. Ocean of girls — I drown in the deep, My wave is a storm, yours barely a breeze. Tires scream — sparks in sync, Headlights cut the dark. If you live in “last year,” I’m the one who leaves the mark (skrrt). [Verse 1] Bass hits hard — that’s a workout for the streets, Your rap’s a whisper, mine’s a gun when it speaks. High heels click-clack dancing on the hood, She chasing my vibe — yeah, that vibe too good. Screech behind — that ain’t fear, that’s style, Drawing circles in the night, drift king for a while. Your party’s a group chat, mine shuts down the block, You switch on a flashlight, I switch on the shock. Punch after punch like NOS in the tank, You pressing “stop,” I don’t know that rank. I’m full throttle heavy, you full of excuses, My exhaust so loud it buries your music. [Bridge – slowed, with reverb] Night. Neon. Haze. High heels — deadly maze. She whispers “More…” I gas it — fade away. [Verse 2] Tires scream — city claps in applause, My engine conducts, yours runs on pause. Ocean of girls — I captain the tide, You yelling from shore while I drown in the vibe. My style’s that poison — still you want a sip, Punchline drop — that’s a blow to your lip. Your speed like weak Wi-Fi in the rain, Mine like lightning — can’t catch that lane. [Final Chorus x2 – with adlibs] Tires scream — city in smoke (skrrt!), High heels — heartbeat stroke (aye!), Ocean of girls — full storm (woo!), Full throttle — that’s phonk form.