Front Porch Promises

[Verse 1]
You say, "Boy, you gone change"
I say, "Girl, you gone see"
You think crowd, club, stage
Means I’m gon’ leave
But I’m still that kid
On your mama front lawn
You in big t-shirt
Me with grass stains on
I know my phone stay buzzin
Whole town talk too much
You scroll, start overthinkin
Heart start losin trust
But you my first, my last
My day-one, that’s facts
They just passin through
You the one I unpack for (yeah)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin nowhere, girl, I’m right here
Even when I’m on the road, you’re my light, yeah
You the only one I call when the night hit
You the only name I pray on my slight sins
I ain’t goin nowhere, that’s a promise
Put that on my grandma ring, on my mama
Let the whole world talk, they just gossip
I’m still comin home to your love in the closet (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
You hate when I slide late
Smell like smoke and fries
You in bed, eyes red
Sayin, “You just feedin pride”
But I’m grindin for a crib
With a porch swing for two
Your lil name on the mail
Same last as I use
I know your ex did damage
Left dents in your trust
So every time I say "forever"
You be flinchin at us
But I ain’t him, I’m stubborn
I don’t run, I stay
If you fall apart tonight
I’ma help you break (then fix it)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin nowhere, girl, I’m right here
Even when I’m on the road, you’re my light, yeah
You the only one I call when the night hit
You the only name I pray on my slight sins
I ain’t goin nowhere, that’s a promise
Put that on my grandma ring, on my mama
Let the whole world talk, they just gossip
I’m still comin home to your love in the closet (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
We can fight, we can fuss
Slam doors, kick up dust
But I’ll be in that driveway
Waitin till you come
You say, "Swear you won’t switch?"
I say, "Swear on my breath"
Long as I’m breathin in
You ain’t losin me yet (nah)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin nowhere, girl, I’m right here
Even when I’m on the road, you’re my light, yeah
You the only one I call when the night hit
You the only name I pray on my slight sins
I ain’t goin nowhere, that’s a promise
Put that on my grandma ring, on my mama
Let the whole world talk, they just gossip
I’m still comin home to your love, that’s locked in (locked in)

rap, Southern trap-pop crossover with male vocals; soft filtered keys and airy pad intro, then a thick sub and skittering hi-hats slide in. Verses laid-back and conversational with a lazy drawl; hook opens into a melodic, chantable sing-rap with stacked harmonies and light auto-tune. Occasional steel guitar plucks tucked behind the drums, 808s bending under the hook. Second half lifts with extra ad-libs and ear candy, then drops back to an intimate final line almost a cappella., pop, hip hop