Intro (humbed melody)
Yeah—yeah, huh
Chorus (melodic)
Stolen minutes off the clock, tryna get ’em back (get ’em back)
We keep runnin’ through the nights, heart got a crack (heart got a crack)
Lost time in the rearview, can’t rewind the past (nah)
Countin’ blessings and the scars, tryna make these moments last (make ’em last) — woo
Verse 1 (rap-sung)
Phone light glow but the voice on the line faded,
Mama say she miss me, I been in the studio stayin’ jaded.
Friends turned to memories, cold stones, vacant chairs,
I chase the paper, miss the prayers, empty dinners, empty stares.
Clock tick like a judge, I plead but time won’t listen,
All these piles of minutes got me drownin’ in my vision.
Used to promise forever with a cigarette and laugh,
Now I’m countin’ all the moments that we never had. — yeah
Chorus (melodic)
Stolen minutes off the clock, tryna get ’em back (get ’em back)
We keep runnin’ through the nights, heart got a crack (heart got a crack)
Lost time in the rearview, can’t rewind the past (no)
Countin’ blessings and the scars, tryna make these moments last — woo
Verse 2 (rap-sung)
Late nights, bright lights, but my mind on the block,
Seen too many sunsets where the silence never stopped.
Promise rings in jewelry, but the price was my time,
Missed a hundred school plays, missed a hundred dimes.
Told my lil’ one I be home — promise turned to text,
Every extra hour out here feel like another check.
If I could steal a second, I’d put it in your hand,
Buy back lost birthdays, take back what I planned. — huh
Bridge (soft, melodic)
Ain’t no ledger for the love you leave behind,
We pray to ghosts for mercy, beg the days to be kind.
If we could trade these trophies for a little peace of mind,
I’d trade every highway for the old porch swing time — yeah
Chorus (melodic, layered)
Stolen minutes off the clock, tryna get ’em back (get ’em back)
We keep runnin’ through the nights, heart got a crack (heart got a crack)
Lost time in the rearview, can’t rewind the past (no)
Countin’ blessings and the scars, tryna make these moments last — woo
Outro (repeat, fading)
Tryna get ’em back, yeah — tryna get ’em back (get ’em back)
Stolen minutes on the dash, but we learn how to act (learn how to act)
Hold me while the time slips, hold me while it’s fast,
We gon’ live for these seconds, turn the lost into a past. — huh, yeah
Porque music
See you when I see you
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