

Prompt / 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
Tags
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.
3:05
No
4/4/2026