

I replayed the tape from New Blood more than once
something in her verse found a nerve I didn't know I had
Three albums of nobody catching me,
nobody close and one new engine's got me checking the rearview the
most
I built this whole identity on never looking back
turns out that's easy when nothing's ever closed the gap Cracks in
the chrome don't mean the car's about to break but I'm noticing
them now,
and that's a kind of earthquake
Cracks in the chrome,
cracks in the chrome
I didn't know I had this far left to go cracks in
the chrome,
cracks in the chrome
maybe undefeated was a story,
not a throne (ohhh)
I'm not scared of losing,
never has been the issue
I'm scared of what it means if I'm not what the myth
says it is to Three albums of "nothing catches her," and now
I'm not sure
cracks in the chrome are the first thing I can't outdrive,
outscore, outrun
Cracks in the chrome,
cracks in the chrome
I didn't know I had this far left to go
cracks in the chrome,
cracks in the chrome
maybe undefeated was a story,
not a throne