Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Hit up the plug on a Friday night He ain’t text back and it felt off-site Took a right turn off Keller street Heart tap-tap, couldn’t feel my feet Wind in my face, hoodie too tight Phone on my lap, screen too bright Hit pink street, seen that flash of blue Rearview full of them lights, oh dude [Chorus] Seen them red and blues, they was dancin’ on the dash All my little choices start runnin’ through the past Prayin’ that my sins ain’t sittin’ in the back Hand on the wheel, tryna act relaxed Seen them red and blues, felt the color in my chest Beatin’ like a drum while they creepin’ to the left If I make it home, I’ma never move the same Say it every time, then I slide back in the game (yeah) [Verse 2] Finger on the text, but I hit delete Can’t say names when the block don’t sleep Tucked what I had in the busted seat Sweat on my lip, but I kept my peace Questions in my head, do I hit that turn Do I pull straight up, let the rubber burn Or I play that slow like a Sunday drive Talk ‘bout work, act nine-to-five [Chorus] Seen them red and blues, they was dancin’ on the dash All my little choices start runnin’ through the past Prayin’ that my sins ain’t sittin’ in the back Hand on the wheel, tryna act relaxed Seen them red and blues, felt the color in my chest Beatin’ like a drum while they creepin’ to the left If I make it home, I’ma never move the same Say it every time, then I slide back in the game (slide back)
Tags
rap, Moody trap rap with male vocals; eerie bell loop over deep sub-bass and tight hi-hats. Verses stay close and conversational, almost whispered, then chorus widens with layered doubles and distant, reverb-heavy ad-libs. Sparse piano stabs in the hook, subtle risers into each section, and a heavy, roomy kick driving a slow, head-nod pocket., blues
Duration
1:58
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026