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Lyrics
[Intro]
Warm air
July
City glow in your eye (yeah)
Seat low
Hands high
Just us and the sky
[Verse 1]
Top down on the 4-0-1
Wind loud, but we still feel numb
Green signs fly, they just blur and run
You laugh once, then you bite your tongue
Dashboard says we doing alright
Half tank, but a whole long night
You trace hearts in the fogged dash light
Say my name, then you hold on tight (hold on)
[Chorus]
Toronto in the rearview, stars in the dash
Every lane change feels like we might crash
But we won’t, though
We just ride slow
July in my veins when the roof folds back
You lean in close, say you’re never going back
To the old road
Let the new glow
Hit us where it hurts, but we don’t let it show
[Verse 2]
Red cups in the back, still clink
Your hair in my face, can’t think (nah)
CN in the distance blink
You shout, "Don’t blink, you gon’ miss this sink"
Exit signs like chances I skip
Heart speed up when your hand starts to slip
You say, "We too young for a script"
But you still talk future in a soft-loud whisper (yeah)
[Chorus]
Toronto in the rearview, stars in the dash
Every lane change feels like we might crash
But we won’t, though
We just ride slow
July in my veins when the roof folds back
You lean in close, say you’re never going back
To the old road
Let the new glow
Hit us where it hurts, but we don’t let it show
[Bridge]
What if this ramp never came to an end? (never)
What if this car was the world we pretend? (yeah)
What if that look in your eyes
Outlived every July
Would you still slide in, still call me your friend? (woo)
[Chorus]
Toronto in the rearview, stars in the dash
Every lane change feels like we might crash
But we won’t, though
We just ride slow
July in my veins when the roof folds back
You lean in close, say you’re never going back
To the old road
Let the new glow
Hit us where it hurts, but we don’t let it show
Details
GeneratedApr 4, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody nighttime trap-rap with male vocals; tight, punchy drums and rolling sub-bass under hazy, bell-like synths. Verses sit in a close, almost whispered pocket, ad-libs ping-ponging in stereo. Hook explodes wider with stacked vocals, airy pads, and a brighter lead line while the beat stays minimal and menacing. Subtle delay and reverb tails for late-night highway atmosphere.
Credits
Prompt bybennivq37
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Driving three Toronto at night in July in bmw convertible, rap
