Midnight City by M83.

Michael grips the wheel and rolls down the windows. The wind is cool against his face. A sigh escapes him, and for a moment, every trouble he’s ever had disappears. He exhales slowly, watching the city sprawl out before him, taking in the lights, following the neon signs, and gazing at the milky skyline.

These are the nights he lives for. The nights when Los Santos doesn’t feel like a prison, when the anger and rage within him settle just enough to witness the city for what it is: flawed, filthy, and full of promise. A screwed-up, corrupt, and beautiful beast of a midnight city.