City of Smoke & Neon Dreams

Rollin’ through the sunset, wheels on fire,
Los Santos glowin’ like a neon wire.
Hear the bassline bumpin’ from a lowrider’s heart,
Got my hands on the wheel, but I’m tearin’ it apart.
Ain’t no rules in the city of gold,
Where the highways twist and the stories unfold.
Ghosts in the alleys, voices in the haze,
Purple skies meltin’ into radio waves.
Flyin’ high in a land of smoke,
Where the palm trees whisper and the echoes choke.
A San Andreas dream, can’t wake up now,
Got the whole world spinnin’, but I don’t know how.
Drive-by visions in a flickering light,
Tattooed memories of a gang war night.
Runnin’ from the sirens, dancin’ with fate,
Ain’t no love in the city—just keys and escape.
Ain’t no rules in the city of gold,
Where the highways twist and the stories unfold.
Ghosts in the alleys, voices in the haze,
Purple skies meltin’ into radio waves.
Flyin’ high in a land of smoke,
Where the palm trees whisper and the echoes choke.
A San Andreas dream, can’t wake up now,
Got the whole world spinnin’, but I don’t know how.
CJ’s ridin’ through the echoes of time,
Big Smoke’s laughin’ with a cigarette shine.
Ryder’s in the mirror, but he’s fading away,
The city keeps talkin’, tellin’ me to stay.
The streets are alive, but the dream won’t last,
A pixelated paradise burnin’ too fast.
I see the map stretchin’ into the sky,
One last mission before I say goodbye…

Psychedelic Rock  Rock