Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Windows down Ash in the wind (yeah) Same old playlist Let that night begin [Verse 1] Backseat, feet on the leather Pass that light, that tether Whole crew packed in the Civic Laugh so hard that the world feel distant Phone on 1%, who cares We just follow that road, that air Half tank, quarter in my lungs One summer where we never felt young or old Street sign blur when we slide past Somebody talkin' 'bout his ex like a podcast Somebody dreamin' 'bout a chain, tryna glow Somebody in the middle just scrollin' slow Drive-thru bag on my lap, fries too cold But the jokes too hot, and the tea too bold We was talkin' 'bout moving out, never went Still swear those nights was heaven-sent [Chorus] Summer ’16, backseat breathing Smoke in the dark, that sweet freedom Late night drive, no map, just feelings Now I keep chasing that same damn ceiling Chillin' with the boys, no big meaning Just loud talk, low lights, slow healing Thought it’d last forever, what were we thinking? Summer ’16, in the backseat grinning (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Arm out the window, fingers surf that air Somebody yell "turn it up," bass everywhere We ain't own those cars, we just borrowed time Gas money in coins, split it all in dimes Heard your mom on the phone say "be home soon" We said "five more minutes" ‘til it turned to noon Stopped at that hill where the town look small Passed that bottle ‘round like a secret call We made plans, made oaths, made wild predictions "Ten years from now, we gon' break these limits" Fast-forward and the group chat quiet Same backseat, but I drive in silence I still smell July in my hoodie strings Still see your smile in the side view tint Still taste that cheap smoke, cherry in the wind Like I could hit rewind if I just pretend [Chorus] Summer ’16, backseat breathing Smoke in the dark, that sweet freedom Late night drive, no map, just feelings Now I keep chasing that same damn ceiling Chillin' with the boys, no big meaning Just loud talk, low lights, slow healing Thought it’d last forever, what were we thinking? Summer ’16, in the backseat grinning (woah) [Bridge] Where you at now? Got kids? Got rings? Got scars down your arm From those dumb old things? Would we laugh at ourselves Or just nod and say "figures"? We were rich in the back Paid in stories and pictures Ride back through that neighborhood, it feel small Same gas station, same brick wall But the clerk don't know our names anymore And your old street feels like a closed door [Verse 3] We ain't talk in a minute but I hope you straight Hope that job you wanted ain't run you late Hope you still write bars in your cracked old phone Hope you still got a place where the dark feels home I still keep that lighter in my desk, half-dead Blue plastic chipped, top a little red Souvenir from a Friday that turned to a legend Where we laughed so hard that we called it a blessing No pics, just pieces in my head, that flicker Your shoes on the dash, my buzz gettin' thicker Seatbelt alarm goin' off, we ignore it If life had a brake, we would never floor it But the tank hit E and the sun came up Police lights flashed and we cleaned that cup Drove back slow while the birds got loud Had to sneak in the crib, but we still felt proud [Chorus] Summer ’16, backseat breathing Smoke in the dark, that sweet freedom Late night drive, no map, just feelings Now I keep chasing that same damn ceiling Chillin' with the boys, no big meaning Just loud talk, low lights, slow healing Thought it’d last forever, what were we thinking? Summer ’16, in the backseat gr
Tags
rap, Moody nostalgic rap over airy trap drums and warm sub-bass; verses laid-back with conversational male vocals and sparse pads, hook opens up with hazy synth chords, layered doubles, and wide ad-libs. Slight vinyl grit, subtle pitched vocal chops between sections, final chorus rides out with extra harmonies and extended outro for a 3+ minute feel., world
Duration
4:07
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026