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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
Details
GeneratedApr 13, 2026
Duration4:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byMattMind
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap
Summer 2016
Late night car drives
Smoking in the back seat
Not a care in the world
Chilling with the boys
Make the song 3 minutes or more
