Purple Miss

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm from Texas
Big belt buckle, gold on the necklace
Candy paint dripping off the Lexus
Whole block smell like gas and breakfast
Double Styrofoam, cup look vicious
Whole hood talk, but they mind they business
H‑Town girl with the long extensions
Tat of my name in the smallest letters
Southside swing when we bend them corners
OG's posted by the Galveston water
Mama said pray, but the streets hit harder
I just mixed faith with a splash of that karma
[Chorus]
Purple miss in my cup, got me leanin' (leanin')
Slow words, slow world, but I'm breathin' (yeah)
Crawl slow through the rain and the neon
Whole life screwed up, but I keep on
Purple miss in my cup, I repeat it (repeat it)
Every scar on my name, yeah, I bleed it
If I fall, I get up, then I respawn
Whole life slowed down, but I keep on
[Verse 2]
Cousin in the yard doin' burpees, sentenced
Told me, "Lil bro, go and mind your business"
I was in the backseat, mind on millions
Plotting out plays by the Popeyes kitchen
Chicano homies from the Northside posted
Fade real crisp, white tee, toe folded
Talkin' 'bout dreams while the block stay loaded
We just tryna shine where the sun feel broken
Call from my ex say she hate my habits
Still pull up late, same old madness
She don't like sips, but she love my sadness
Say the way I move slow feel romantic (ooh yeah)
[Chorus]
Purple miss in my cup, got me leanin' (leanin')
Slow words, slow world, but I'm breathin'
Crawl slow through the rain and the neon
Whole life screwed up, but I keep on
Purple miss in my cup, I repeat it (yeah)
Every scar on my name, yeah, I bleed it
If I fall, I get up, then I respawn
Whole life slowed down, but I keep on
[Bridge]
If I talk too slow, still listen
Every pause got a pain I’m gripping
Every sip got a past I’m sippin’
Every laugh hide a loss I’m missin’
[Chorus]
Purple miss in my cup, got me leanin'
Slow words, slow world, but I'm breathin'
Crawl slow through the rain and the neon
Whole life screwed up, but I keep on
Purple miss in my cup, I repeat it
Every scar on my name, yeah, I bleed it
If I fall, I get up, then I respawn
Whole life slowed down, but I keep on

rap, Slow, syrupy Houston anthem: chopped-and-screwed bounce with rattling Southern trap drums, sub-heavy bass, swung hi-hats, and woozy organ. Male vocals dragging just behind the beat; doubled hook pitched down for thickness. Occasional vinyl spins and tape-stop effects to enhance the lean-soaked haze, with ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field., hip-hop