[key 3b] [Intro] You can’t map out the streets when the pavement’s shifting. We played it cool. We played it tight. But sometimes... you just have to put the car in gear. [Verse 1] Back then, front lines, smoke in the air Didn’t say a word, but the vibe was always there Partners watching on, seeing what we couldn’t speak Kept it locked in a vault for about a couple weeks Nah, years. Kept the distance, kept the guard up high Just two ghosts in the city, just watching the world die Too many wrong turns, too many exits to miss But we kept the static low, never gave in to the bliss. [Chorus] No script, no plan, just a heavy foot down Drove across the map, didn't look back at the town Years of static, yeah, we paid the toll Now we’re back in the driver’s seat, back in control It wasn’t luck, it was just a matter of time Before the rhythm caught up to the reason and the rhyme. [Verse 2] All them dead-end roads, all them toxic plays Lost in the haze of them hollow-point days You were stuck in the cycle, I was running the track Never looked forward, never looked back But the spark stayed hot, didn't need no fuel Just waited for the system to break its own rule Got the key in the ignition, didn't ask for no sign Just steered through the wreckage, and crossed the line. [Bridge] No partners watching. No lines to walk. Just the engine hum. And the way we talk. Yeah. It’s quiet now. [Chorus] No script, no plan, just a heavy foot down Drove across the map, didn't look back at the town Years of static, yeah, we paid the toll Now we’re back in the driver’s seat, back in control It wasn’t luck, it was just a matter of time Before the rhythm caught up to the reason and the rhyme. [Outro] Yeah. From the front line to the living room. No detour. Just arrival. ------ *
