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Lyrics
[Intro]
Late night
Gold ring
Rearview
Blue lights sting
[Verse 1]
Three-piece suit in the rearview glass
Lipstick note on the dash sayin "watch your back"
Streetcorner preacher
Side-eye
Talkin in code
Says a deal gone bad on Jefferson Road
Brown paper bag on the passenger seat
Sweat on my neck from the summer heat
Hear that siren singin somewhere far behind
But the real danger sittin right here in my mind
[Chorus]
Midnight at the crossroads (crossroads, hey)
One way out
And the devil knows
Say yes
Say no
But the dice still roll
Midnight at the crossroads
What you sellin when you sell your soul
[Verse 2]
Heels click quick through a motel hall
She got secrets sharper than a switchblade drawl
Says
"Baby
You late
And my time ain't cheap"
Throws the keys on the bed
Says
"Look before you leap"
Suitcase snaps like a judge's gavel
Money so fresh make a saint unravel
In the TV glow I can see my face
Old man eyes in a young man's chase
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[call-and-response backing vocals]
Who you runnin from? (Runnin from yourself)
What you tryna hide? (Ain't nothin left on the shelf)
Is it love
Is it greed? (Just a hunger you feed)
Will you turn that wheel? (Or let it all bleed)
[guitar solo]
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 23, 2025
Duration3:15
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, Cinematic 70s blaxploitation soul-funk. Tight wah-wah guitar locked with rubbery bass, dry, cracking pocket drums. Horn section hits like punches between vocal phrases; swirling flute stabs answer lines. Male vocals, gritty and charismatic, with stacked call-and-response backing singers on the hook. Brief conga fills and tambourine in the choruses, brass swells into a short guitar solo bridge before a fade on the main groove., dramatic, deep, soul
Credits
Prompt by
Wawee
WaweeModelAria v5
Prompt
funk, Cinematic 70s blaxploitation soul-funk: tight wah-wah guitar over deep, rubbery bass and hard-snapping pocket drums. Dramatic brass hits and flute stabs trade with call-and-response backing voca
