Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low vocal hum, distant sax riff] Late train rumble Wet paint on the curb Heart like a hustle Mind full of words [Verse 1] Scuffed-up Jordans Cut through steam Rain in the crosswalk Ghosts on the screen You say you’re tired Of start-and-stop But you still pull up Right on my block (yeah) [Chorus] Midnight crosswalk, you and me Hit my chest like taxi beams We don’t talk, we just breathe Let the city say what we mean Midnight crosswalk, eyes both red Lost all plans, kept pride instead If we crash, we crash, no net You’re the one mistake I don’t regret (oh) [Verse 2] Plastic cup shaking Keys in your hand You joke about leaving I just laugh and stand Sirens in rhythm Right under your laugh We dance in the puddles Like we own this path [Chorus] Midnight crosswalk, you and me Hit my chest like taxi beams We don’t talk, we just breathe Let the city say what we mean Midnight crosswalk, eyes both red Lost all plans, kept pride instead If we crash, we crash, no net You’re the one mistake I don’t regret [Bridge] [beat drops to halftime, violin solo weaves around a moody sax line] You spin, I follow Concrete halo You grin, I swallow Everything I know One step from leaving Two from home Three from healing Still I don’t go (nah) [Chorus] Midnight crosswalk, you and me Hit my chest like taxi beams We don’t talk, we just breathe Let the city say what we mean Midnight crosswalk, eyes both red Lost all plans, kept pride instead If we crash, we crash, no net You’re the one mistake I don’t regret (yeah)
Tags
rap, Moody trap-pop / NYC drill fusion with male vocals over skittering hi-hats, 808 slides, and murky pads; sparse, eerie verses that make space for a gritty sax riff, chorus blooms with stacked chants and airy synths; violin solo glides over a halftime breakdown in the bridge, then everything slams back in for a final hook, pop, drill, saxophone, violin
Duration
3:37
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026