[Intro – Neon Buzz + Rain]
[Ice clinks in a whiskey glass]
Bourbon Street…
same sins.
Different suit.
[Trumpet bends low over heavy bass]
And somehow…
the city look prettier when you broken.
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[Verse 1]
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Bourbon still burnin’ underneath the rain,
Neon reflections look like liquid pain.
Same jazz clubs hummin’ after midnight,
Same lost souls searchin’ for fake light.
I came back older with scars in my grin,
Gold on my teeth, ghosts under my skin.
Black suit tailored, gator on my feet,
Still hear funeral brass inside the beat.
Women still dance like temptation got hips,
Liquor still taste like dangerous kisses.
And every alley smell like cigarettes, lust,
And old prayers nobody fully trusts.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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Bourbon still burnin’…
Streetlights glow…
Everybody got somewhere they don’t wanna go.
Bourbon still burnin’…
Night don’t end…
The city keep swallowin’ souls again.
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[Verse 2]
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Saw an old preacher drunk outside the bar,
Still wearin’ church shoes beneath the stars.
Said, “Son, this city baptize pain,
Then teach you how to dance in rain.”
That hit different underneath moon haze,
While brass bands cried through the French Quarter maze.
Because New Orleans don’t hide its vice—
It dress it up in velvet and lights.
I seen rich men gamble they spirit away,
Seen lonely girls sell affection for safety.
Seen hustlers quote scripture with bloodshot eyes,
Tryna convince themselves they still righteous inside.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The dangerous thing about Louisiana…
is how beautiful the darkness get.
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Slow jazz drift through the smoke tonight…
Everybody here runnin’ from somethin’ inside.
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[Verse 3]
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And me?
I ain’t innocent either.
The swamp still move beneath my chest,
Still whisper things when I can’t rest.
Still pull me toward old appetites,
Old heartbreaks and humid nights.
But maybe survival make monsters too,
Maybe pain reshape what people do.
And maybe Bourbon burn so bright
Because everybody here scared of the night.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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Bourbon still burnin’…
Hear the sound…
Trumpets cry while the rain fall down.
Bourbon still burnin’…
Black sky glow…
The South still haunt the souls below.
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[Outro – Rain + Distant Sirens]
New Orleans don’t sleep…
it seduce.
