Knights With 805s

[Intro]
Skate deck
Chain mail
Spray paint
Rusty halo
[Verse 1]
Pull up in the cul-de-sac, armor on the thrift-store fit
Logo on the chest plate, scribbled like a bathroom diss
Gas station crown, slurpee sword on my hip
Board scuffed up, heart scuffed worse than this grip
Mom said "grow up", coach said "you’re done"
I just taped my sneakers, turned my doubts into drums
Black nail polish on a busted gauntlet fist
Every scar another name on the list
[Chorus]
We some knights with 805s, yeah we ride, yeah we ride (hey)
Plastic cups up high, let the cheap pain burn inside
Got our hearts on spike strips, bleeding down these Friday nights
We don’t die, we just respawn, screaming under parking-lot lights
[Verse 2]
Patchwork cloak, covered in bands I outgrew
Still scream the words like they brand-new truths
Stole my courage from a discount rack
But when the bass hits hard, I ain’t giving it back
Text from my ex saying "you still the same"
Yeah, I still freeze up when I hear my name
Still draw swords when the thoughts get loud
Still lose sleep, still ghost the crowd
[Chorus]
We some knights with 805s, yeah we ride, yeah we ride (oh yeah)
Plastic cups up high, let the cheap pain burn inside
Got our hearts on spike strips, bleeding down these Friday nights
We don’t die, we just respawn, screaming under parking-lot lights
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Chain clink, hood up, slow march through the smoke
All black, eyes red, every laugh half-choked
If I fall right here, pour it out on the stone
Tattoo "try again" on my collarbone
[crescendo]
Raise that can like a holy sign
Every outcast kid in the double yellow line
If the world won’t save these broke bloodlines
We’ll crash this town one last good time
[Chorus]

rap, Hyperactive pop-punk/emo-rap hybrid over distorted electro-swing drums and witchy synth pads. Gritty male vocals, shout-along gang hooks, chiptune leads in the verses, then a wide, festival-size chorus with layered harmonies. Bridge dives into dark witch house halftime with sub-heavy bass before snapping back into an anthemic final chorus., emo, witch house, punk, electro swing, electro, pop, hip hop