[Intro – Batiste Solo Piano + Soft Horn Call] You ever listen close enough, and realize the city got a heartbeat? That ain’t traffic, baby — that’s love in 4/4 time. (Piano chords rise; horn answers like a breath.) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 This city don’t sleep, it swings, it sighs, Every corner a hymn in disguise. Balconies cry when the trumpets blow, Even the shadows learn to glow. My heart made of horns and keys, Of broken dreams and midnight beads. You can hear my pulse in a snare so tight, I bleed melody through the night. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Batiste + Choir + Wayne] 🎶 We got hearts made of trumpets, Blood sound like brass. When life break us open, We sing where we crash. 🎶 🎶 Les âmes jouent ensemble, (Our souls play together) La joie n’est jamais seule, (Joy is never alone.) 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 I heard love in a second-line drum, Felt God when the horn went numb. Ain’t no silence in this faith, Even grief got a swing and a bass. That river hum like a woman’s prayer, Old men dance like they ain’t aware. The city ain’t perfect — she’s alive, Every mistake keep her divine. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – Batiste in French Falsetto + Choir Echo] 🎶 Ton souffle est le vent du jazz, (Your breath is the wind of jazz.) Ton cœur le tambour du temps. (Your heart the drum of time.) 🎶 (Trumpet solo — slow, melting, like a tear turning into light.) ⸻ [Hook – Full Return] 🎶 We got hearts made of trumpets, We don’t break, we resound. Every loss a note in our song, Every love a found sound. 🎶 🎶 L’amour respire dans chaque note, (Love breathes in every note.) Le ciel descend quand on joue trop haut. (Heaven descends when we play too high.) 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 3 – Wayne Spoken Bridge] See, I ain’t just from New Orleans — I’m of her. The horns my heartbeat, the piano my pulse, and when Jon hit that key, it’s like my soul exhale. 🎶 Even silence got swing in this place, Even pain got grace. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Batiste and Wayne Together / Choir Full Bloom] 🎶 We got hearts made of trumpets, Echo after the storm. Every breath a hallelujah, Every note reborn. Les cœurs de cuivre ne meurent jamais, (Hearts of brass never die.) They shine, they swing, they testify. 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Solo Piano + Soft Horn Reply] If you ever wanna hear heaven, you ain’t gotta look up — just listen close when the horns breathe. (Batiste ends on a major 7 chord; horn holds the note like a heartbeat.)

Hearts Made of Trumpets