Bacon

Engine low, city cold, I just glide. Window down, neon lights on my side. No rush talk, no flex, no hype. Steady road, steady breath, steady mic-mic-mic-mic. Late night code, dashboard glow in my face. Tires hum, every lane keeps the pace. No dreams loud, I don't shout, I just move. Bass knocks soft, but the trunk feel the groove. Fuel low, but the tank hold enough. Cold air leather seat feelin' rough. Phone on mute, no calls, no texts. Just the wheel in my hands, no stress, just Next. Mirrors show ghosts from the roads that I Crossed. Not regret, not pain, just time that it Cost. Speed not fast, just the rhythm I keep. City breathe, I repeat, no beep. Lights turn green, I don't jump, I just roll. Slow controls, slow patrol, calm soul. Bass in check, but my faith stay still. No loud, no move, just the road, just the Wheel. Always stretch, just, just always stretch, Just, just always stretch. Just the wheel. No loud, no chorus to sing. Just the engine and the quiet it bring. If you hear me, then you know this state. Flat tone voice, steady mind, no debate. Last light fade, but the road still there. No end talk, just the night and the air. Keys still on, low hum in the frame. Same cold drive, same calm, same lane. Engine low, city cold, I just glide. Window down, neon lights on my side. No rush talk, no flex, no hype. Steady road, steady breath, steady mic-mic-mic-mic. Late night code, dashboard glow in my face. Tires hum, every lane keeps the pace. No dreams loud, I don't shout, I just move.