[Verse 1]
Rollin’ up silent like a ghost in chrome,
This ain’t a ride, it’s a mobile throne.
Brushed steel dreams from a bunker mind,
Fleein’ from the future it helped design.

Angular threat, no curve, no grace,
A smirk of a grill, no human face.
A tank with tags, a prepper’s prize,
Self-driving coffin in a tech disguise.

It don’t love streets, don’t love skies,
Don’t see people—just targets, lies.
Escape pod livin’ on a six-figure high,
Promise you can leave while the rest just die.

[Chorus]
My other dumpster is a Cybertruck,
Bulletproof soul in a world outta luck.
Tried to buy peace, but it came unstuck—
No road out when the road gives up.

All exit, no plan, no care, no trust—
Just speed and steel and dreams turned dust.
My other dumpster is a Cybertruck,
And it rides on fear, and it drinks disgust.

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no lane for the soft or slow,
This beast was born when the commons broke.
It don’t wait, don’t yield, don’t feel, don’t hear—
Built for the edge where you disappear.

We used to build to belong, to mend—
Now we build to break and not pretend.
It’s not a car, it’s a walled-off wish,
A moving myth on a billionaire’s list.

Range anxiety, dressed like pride,
Where you gonna run when the oceans rise?
Can’t blockchain your way past kin,
Can’t outrun what you let in.

[Bridge]
Mars on the map but the block’s on fire,
You can’t tech your way outta razor wire.
You can’t mine a planet for a place to pray,
Can’t overclock your soul for another day.

Your dashboard’s clean but your story’s cracked,
You ghosted the world but the world clapped back.
Now every turn’s a reckoning call—
What if the future don’t need you at all?

[Chorus]
My other dumpster is a Cybertruck,
Bulletproof shell where the love got stuck.
It’s a mirror for a dream that self-destructs,
No shield for a heart when the ground erupts.

All torque, no touch, no roots, no rest—
Just a hard-shell prayer for the self-possessed.
My other dumpster is a Cybertruck,
And it rides on ruin dressed up as trust.