Cosmic Chronicle

I(ntro)
I got a futuristic past........
It's Rainy Daysz no matter the Galaxy........

Odometer talk to me, I been quiet with the wins (quiet)
Big road, low voice, but it’s thunder in the rims (boom)
I learned to wear success like a jacket in the heat (heavy)
Still sweat from the pressure, but I never miss a beat (nah)
I don’t chase what’s trending, I bend it to my tone (tone)
’Cause the South raise kings—every mile made stone (facts)
Front seat standards, no spectators in my space (space)
If you ain’t built for the route, don’t ask me for the place (place)
I done lost blood young, made peace with old pain (pain)
Some nights the rain hit harder when you know a name (RIP)
Love try to orbit, fame try to pull me apart (apart)
But I keep it grounded—ten toes, steady heart (steady)

Heart full of lessons, lessons made me move wise (wise)
Wise turn to timing—timing never come twice (twice)
Twice as selective, selective with my circle (circle)
Circle like a rim—watch it spin when I swerve (swerve)
Swerve past the weak talk, weak talk turn to static (static)
Static get ignored when your signal stay active (active)
Active like my hustle, hustle turn to M’s (M’s)
M’s make ‘em friendly, friendly don’t mean friends (nah)

I keep a smile for the cameras, but my eyes don’t play (don’t)
I talk slow like Face, let the truth hit late (truth)
Paper stack tall, but I still remember broke (broke)
Paul Wall grin on the dash when the neon smoke (shine)
Candy drip dreams, chrome reflect what I been through (clean)
I built my own lane, now the lane got a windshield view (view)
And I’m back on the Highway, same South, new sky (new sky)
Then the GPS blinked—like “it’s more if you drive” (more)

Cosmic chronicles, I wrote it in the night air (night air)
Every mile a message, every turn a prayer (real)
Slow talk, big weight—let it sit right there (sit)
If you know, you know—this that grown man glare (glare)
Dash keep talking like “it’s deeper than the road” (deeper)
More exits in the fog, more worlds to unfold (unfold)
If you thought this was the end, you don’t know the scope (scope)
Cosmic chronicles… I’m just warming up the globe (let’s go)
(Outro)
Cosmic chronicles, I wrote it in the night air (night air)
Every mile a message, every turn a prayer (real)
Slow talk, big weight—let it sit right there (sit)
If you know, you know—this that grown man glare (glare)
Dash keep talking like “it’s deeper than the road” (deeper)
More exits in the fog, more worlds to unfold (unfold)
If you thought this was the end, you don’t know the scope (scope)
Cosmic chronicles… I’m just warming up the globe (let’s go)

cinematic southern rap, futuristic keys, dark pads, memphis drums, cowbells, bass guitar, deep 808, deep voice,horn stab