LA's Spooky Up In Here!
The 405 is dead tonight, the fog is thick and grey, Not just the exhaust fumes, man, some things just won't go away.
Down in a warehouse district, brick walls got that grime, A ghosting influencer, stuck out of space and time.
She searches for the perfect shot, though no one sees her glow, Her last story dropped at three AM, a final, chilling show.
The bass from some forgotten club still thumps beneath the ground, In the velvet hush of Silver Lake, no living soul is found.
Echoes of a Travis Scott track, played on repeat all night, Yeah, LA's cool is razor-sharp, but hides a deadly bite.
You check your feed, the signal's gone.