[Verse 1]
Dashboard saints still bleeding from the crash
I scrape the glow off the glass, mix it with the ash
One bump in the back seat, leather still warm
Phantom in the rearview—same eyes, different storm
I floor it through the memory, speed limit’s a joke
Neon arteries pulsing, city’s in a choke
Your name on the filter, smoke spelling regret
But the high rewinds the tape—best I ever met

[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat in the kick drum, blood in the snare
Every hit’s a flashback, every breath’s a prayer
I swore I’d stay grounded, but the ground’s made of air
Phantom high—catch me if you dare

[Chorus]
I’m chasing the ghost in the vapor trail
White-line fever, but the lines all fail
Phantom high, lift me past the veil
One more rush, then I derail
Neon in my lungs, chrome in my veins
Riding the echo where the paradise remains
Phantom high—never felt so alive
Till the crash comes calling at 95

[Verse 2]
Streetlights blur to halos, angels wearing chains
Every exit sign’s a promise I can’t obtain
Radio spits static, samples of the fall
I turn it up louder—drown the sirencall
Pills like constellations, map across the dash
Plotting new horizons in a 30-second flash
Your laugh in the windscreen, pixelated and thin
I reach for the volume—turn the ghost up again

[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat in the kick drum, blood in the snare
Every hit’s a flashback, every breath’s a prayer
I swore I’d stay grounded, but the ground’s made of air
Phantom high—catch me if you dare

[Chorus]
I’m chasing the ghost in the vapor trail
White-line fever, but the lines all fail
Phantom high, lift me past the veil
One more rush, then I derail
Neon in my lungs, chrome in my veins
Riding the echo where the paradise remains
Phantom high—never felt so alive
Till the crash comes calling at 95
[Bridge ]
Yeah—ghost in the whip, I’m the poltergeist pilot
Dashboard confetti, confessional violet
One tab on the tongue, now the skyline’s a kaleidoscope
Paradise residue, still stuck in my throat
I was 95 in the fast lane, now I’m 95 in the vein
Chrome on the ceiling, rain on the pane
Mom text “come home,” I reply with a flame
Emoji graveyard—every heart turn to chains
Phantom high, but the phantom got hands
Wrap round my neck like a noose made of plans
I see tomorrow in the powder, cut it with hope
But hope’s just a filter on a funeral scope
Guardrail winkin’, say “pull up, let’s dance”
I floor it through the memory—last chance, last glance

Phantom High

Relayt is the moniker of Australian / British songwriter and producer Justin Jones, a visionary reshaping contemporary music through audacious, genre-blending soundscapes. Seamlessly bridging rock, R&B, Afrobeats, reggae, and electronic music, he stands as one of the most versatile artists of his generation.

His groundbreaking “Paradise” debut is a monumental four album release, a unified artistic statement defining his expansive creative range. This singular project comprises four equally vital chapters, weaving a profound narrative of human emotion and intensity:

• Pain (The Raw Edge): Soft Rock storytelling mixed with blistering Rock/Nu-Metal fury channeling raw aggression and visceral power. 

• Tears (The Soulful Depth): Intimate Afrobeat/R&B fusion evoking heartfelt vulnerability and rhythmic soul. 

• Passion (The Euphoric Surge): Triumphant Pop/Dance anthems igniting infectious energy and unbridled desire. 

• Kinetic (The Kinetic Unifier): Electrifying capstone fusing high-speed Synthwave with slick modern R&B, delivering a relentless narrative of obsession and emotional collapse.

Through this four-album odyssey, Relayt crafts a holistic sonic narrative that transcends expectations, inviting listeners to fully relate to the breadth of human experience. This debut cements his place as an artist redefining modern music’s boundaries.