Late Night Replay

[Verse 1]
Backseat, scrolling through the photos
You were in my hoodie, laughing out the window
Now it’s just receipts on my floor, torn denim
Left my favorite bracelet, said you’d come get it
New text, pull up, same street, same number
You say you’re “just bored,” every time, every summer
I tell my friends I’m done, then I’m outside
Wearing that cologne that you like, yeah, I still try (uh)
[Chorus]
We keep running the same old scene, like a late night replay
You say “this is the last, I mean it,” then you tell me “stay”
Every time we fade to black, we press rewind anyway
We keep running the same old scene, like a late night replay
Replay, replay
Like a late night replay
[Verse 2]
You say you hate drama, then you start the sequel
Ask about my phone like we’re counting up nickels
Heart on your sleeve, but the thread keeps breaking
You say “I’m over you,” I know you’re faking (yeah)
Uber in the driveway, meter still ticking
Your lipstick on my glass in the kitchen
Asked if I changed, I said “ kinda, I’m learning”
But you’re on my couch with the show still turning (hey)
[Chorus]
We keep running the same old scene, like a late night replay
You say “this is the last, I mean it,” then you tell me “stay”
Every time we fade to black, we press rewind anyway
We keep running the same old scene, like a late night replay
Replay, replay
Like a late night replay

rap, Slick crossover of modern trap drums and glossy pop sheen, male vocals with a nimble rap delivery in the verses and a sticky sung hook on the chorus; tight 2-track structure where the first verse rides a sparse sub-bass and crisp hats, then the chorus blooms with bright synth plucks, stacked harmonies, and a wider stereo image. Second verse adds subtle vocal chops and extra percussion pushes, bridge-style outro strips back to kick and vocal for a clean, radio-ready finish., pop, hip hop