Caught in a cycle, déjà vu at the stop sign, Redline racing, green paper dreams in a dark mind, Heart cold as ice, heavy

Caught in a cycle, déjà vu at the stop sign, Redline racing, green paper dreams in a dark mind, Heart cold as ice, heavy burdens, I’m strapped tight, Premonitions whisper battles in this war zone night. Concrete jungle, survival’s the only lesson, Fire in my veins, every move feels like a weapon, Pussy twitching, senses sharp, feel the tension, Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, no second guessing. Shadows linger where the lost souls roam, Hustle hard, but the streets never feel like home, Eyes peeled, watch for snakes in the tall grass, Trust is a luxury, but loyalty’s built to last. Echoes of the past, haunt me like a ghost, In this heavy game, it’s the real ones I trust most, Stacking green, but the price is always steep, In the heart of the jungle, it’s the strong that won’t weep. Staring at the stop sign, déjà vu again, Life’s a rerun, caught in loops, where does it end? Echoes of the past, haunt my every decision, Chasing shadows of dreams, lost in my vision. Riding through the city, memories intertwined, Every corner turned, feels like a state of mind. Soulful melodies play, while I’m stuck in the grind, Searching for a way out, but I’m blind to the signs. Whispers from the street, tell me what I should do, But the voices sound the same, like a broken debut. Heartbeats sync with the rhythm of the night, Caught in this cycle, searching for the light. Every face I see feels like a flash from the past, Running in circles, but I’m moving too fast. Time’s a cruel teacher, lessons learned with a cost, In this game of déjà vu, it’s the soul that gets lost.