[Intro – dusty sample fades in] (“I used to dream… but the nights got colder…”) Yeah… I still keep the lights low. [Verse 1] Window light hit my face like a flashback, Room full of ghosts and a glass of that cognac. Truth cut deep but I laugh past pain, Rain hit the roof like the beat been trained. Back in the Chi, I was broke with a notebook, Now the bars make bread like a home-cooked. Vowel on the end, that’s structure, math— Still talk slick but I walk that path. [Hook – sample-based vocal melody looped with DSFU underneath] I seen nights turn black, I stayed bright, I wrote pain with a pen and a streetlight. If they switch, let ‘em switch — that’s life, I stay true, and I still get right. Ooooh… ooh… that window light, Still hit different when you pay that price. [Verse 2] They want clout, I want freedom. Whole game faker than museum T’d ’em. Kept it clean like glass I’m behind, But the pain got a way of distorting the mind. Grew from that, I don’t flinch no more, Used to beg God — now I kick down doors. Got bounce in the step like a crate-day sample, Still sharp with the pen like scandal. [Hook – repeat, but harmonized, with added hi-hats] I seen nights turn black, I stayed bright, I wrote pain with a pen and a streetlight. If they switch, let ‘em switch — that’s life, I stay true, and I still get right. Ooooh… ooh… that window light, Still hit different when you pay that price. (Production notes: only piano and guitar, no 808s or electronics, no auto-tune)
