Helicopter Days

[Verse]
Baker my ace, we been tight since the sandbox,
Laughs in the air, spin words like a jukebox.
Helicopter buzzing, shadows dance on the lot,
Chopper blades slicing through clouds, we plot.
Moments we stack, building bricks of the past,
Frolic in the grass, time slipping too fast.
He's cooler than ice, breeze on a summer's wrist,
A friendship’s gold, shining brighter than the mist.
[Chorus]
Helicopter days, spinning in the skies,
Grass stains and dreams, where the realness lies.
Baker and me, yeah, we rise, we glide,
Through the ups, the downs, side by side, we ride.
[Verse 2]
Kicks scuffed up, yet we march like a parade,
Life a charade, but with Baker, it’s homemade.
Stories we told, from the park to the block,
Laughter the key, and we breaking the lock.
He’s the North Star, when the night feels cold,
A compass in the dark, guiding paths untold.
In a world of noise, he’s the boom-bap groove,
Together we sync, every step, every move.
[Chorus]
Helicopter days, spinning in the skies,
Grass stains and dreams, where the realness lies.
Baker and me, yeah, we rise, we glide,
Through the ups, the downs, side by side, we ride.

playful, and jazzy horn stabs for added texture, old-school hip-hop; driven by a funky bassline, crisp drum loops, rap