Mitchy boy

Mitch in the front seat, yeah, always been so,

5.8 heartbeat wherever I go.

Partner in crime, partner in life,

If shit hits the fan, he’s there on sight.

One call, no questions, don’t need the why,

Cross towns, cross states, doesn’t blink an eye.

While others talk tough then vanish quick,

Mitch pulls up early, real as it gets.

That’s my ride or die, yeah, blood not shared,

But soul-bound ties, rare as air.

Front seat loyalty, never pretend,

Mitch and JD till the bitter end.

He knows my moods before I speak,

Finishes my thoughts, yeah, sentence complete.

I twitch, he clocks it, knows what I’ll do,

Before I’ve even moved, he’s already through.

Other half vibes, stitched at the seams,

Same dark humour, same cracked dreams.

When the world caves in and my head ain’t right,

Mitch stands solid, holds the line tight.

We don’t need words, just looks and nods,

Silent conversations, odds against odds.

Been through storms, laughed in hell,

If I’m goin’ down, he’s ringin’ the bell.

Ride or die, yeah, seat stays warm,

Through calm nights and full-blown storms.

No fake love, no snake shit itch,

Just JD breathin’ side-by-side with Mitch.

He’s seen me cracked, seen me raw,

Still never flinched, never walked out the door.

Knows my flaws, knows my fights,

Still backs my name when it don’t sound right.

While others judge from a distance safe,

Mitch steps in close, shares the weight.

Not family by blood, but closer than most,

That’s the kind of bond you protect the most.

So if my story’s told, make this clear,

There’s a bloke named Mitch always standin’ near.

Other half, front seat, permanent stitch,

JD don’t move right without Mitch.