From Sirens To Sunrises

[Intro]
Seventeen in the backseat
Eighteen think I know it all
Twelve lights in the rearview
I just pray they don’t see what’s in my drawers (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Eighteen me, popped pills ‘til my jaw locked
Purple in the cup, eyes low on the block
Phone blowin’ up, every call ’bout a drop
Mama on my line, I keep lettin’ it stop
Hand in the bag, other hand on a gun
Heart beat fast every time that I run
Blue lights flash, I’m cuttin’ through yards
Mud on my shoes, I’m duckin’ them charge
Cold ass floor, county on my name tag
Daddy look hurt, mama with a face rag
Judge look down, talk like I’m waste trash
I just stare back, still thinkin’ I’ma skate past
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (on my life)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Twenty-three me, woke up with a clear head
Same hood, but I walk on a new tread
Still see the spot where they raided my crib
I still hear the shots from the things that we did
Homies in the grave, some stuck in a cage
I was one call from the very same fate
Lookin’ at my lil’ bro, tell him “you ain’t me”
I took all them chances so you don’t gotta bleed
Now I clock in, stack checks, that’s a new flip
Gym bag, clean piss, that’s a new script
I text ma back, tell her “I’m on the way”
She ain’t gotta worry if I’m dead or I’m caged
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (oh yeah)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right)
[Bridge]
I ain’t forget what I did, what I seen (nah)
Scars on my mind still talk in my dreams (yeah)
But I ain’t that kid on the corner no more
I’m the man that he needed before (before)
[Chorus]
From sirens to sunrises
From county phones to plane flights, yeah
I used to drown in my vices
Now I’m just high on my life, yeah (on my life)
I made it out of that darkness
Turned all that pain into light
From eighteen lost in that grime, yeah
To twenty-three gettin’ it right (gettin’ it right, yeah)

rap, Moody melodic trap with male vocals; piano loop and airy pads over a slow, heavy drum groove. Verses stay close and confessional, half-rapped half-sung. Big, chantable hook with stacked harmonies and distant ad-libs; subtle bass swells lift the last chorus for a triumphant, reflective outro.