[Intro] Screen door creak Old paint peel Cig ash fallin This how the truth feel [Verse 1] Solo cup sweat on the rail Phone on mute, let it ring, let it wail Neighbor's dog barkin at the mail like a op Same way I used to trip when a car hit the block Mama in the kitchen still prayin I change Got a shoebox full of sins and a little loose change Cousin doin time off a bullshit charge Judge never seen our side of the yard I done hugged too many caskets this year Laugh turn quiet when the money disappear Tryna turn pain to a house with a view But the porch still squeak like, "Remember what you knew" [Chorus] I got dreams on this old-ass porch Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep Late night, just me and my regrets Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing He came from the mud, still talked like a king (yeah) [Verse 2] Still hear pops say, "Boy, play it smart" But he dipped out early, left a hole in my heart So the block showed love, had a code, had rules Also had fiends, had straps, had fools First lil check, blew it all on kicks Gold on my neck, still broke as a bitch Tryna impress kids that ain't even here now Some in the dirt, some ghost in the crowd I ain't proud of every move that I made Had a plug get hit, I was almost in the grave Pulled out, went broke, then I learned how to grind Turn a .5 dream to a whole new mind [Chorus] I got dreams on this old-ass porch Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep Late night, just me and my regrets Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing He came from the mud, still talked like a king (like a king) [Bridge] If I fall off, will they still come through? If I lose it all, will they post that too? Everybody love you when the bag look right But who gon' pull up to the porch at night? (for real) [Chorus] I got dreams on this old-ass porch Stains on my shirt, still thank the Lord Yeah, the streets raised me, but they cut me deep So I'm talkin to the sky when I barely sleep Late night, just me and my regrets Backwood burnin through the holes in my sweats If I die tonight, let 'em say one thing He came from the mud, still talked like a king (uh) He came from the mud, still talked like a king

rap, Southern trap ballad with warm, reverb-kissed electric guitar licks and slow, knocking drums; male vocals glide between melodic croon and laid-back rap. Verses stay intimate and close-mic'd with subtle vinyl hiss and low choir pads, while the hook widens with stacked harmonies, sub-heavy 808s, and crisp hat rolls. Late-night, reflective energy, polished mix with soulful grit on the vocal edges., warm, soulful, smooth, slow

Porch Light Confessions