[Intro: low dark UK male, cab hum, rain glass, distant organ] Black cab. Rain glass. Phone down. Don’t ask. vuhm-vuhm low hum wiper-click look back [Hook: half-time chant, cab engine under vocal] Black cab psalm with the rain on glass, vuhm-vuhm Whole city moves but the past rides back, look back Wiper-click, blue lights bend, mm-ahh Same old roads bring the same ghosts in, who’s that? Jaw still tight, keep the phone face down, phone late Driver says nothing when the route turns round, turn-left Low hum, let the night roll past, low-low Black cab psalm with the past in the back [Verse 1: dry grime pocket, ad-libs woven into bars] Mouth gone dry, backseat warm, jaw tight Smoke in my coat from the room before, low light Wine on my breath, truth tastes raw, still bites Blue lights smear on the rain-streaked side, look back Phone buzz late like the night got bent, phone late Old voice note with a backroom dent, don’t ring Route turns twice by the same shopfront, same road Driver don’t speak, just the meter runs, meter-run Don’t chat to me, fam, I’m still half-there Eyes red low with a cold cab stare You said “bro” when the bill got shared Funny how love thins out with the fare wiper-click, wipe that face from the glass tyre-hiss, wet road talks when we pass low hum, whole ride feels like last rites Rain on the dash with the guilt strapped tight [Dropout: cab indicator clicks] Where to? Keep driving. [Verse lift: hats tighten, organ pulse] Turn left twice, but the same lights follow Same red sign by the pulled-down shutter Same old debt in a clean shirt collar Same fake saint with his pride half-swallowed I don’t need sleep, I need silence clean Need one night where the road don’t speak But the cab door shuts and the past gets in Sits right there with a grin full of teeth door-thud, old smoke stuck in the seams seat-creak, backseat full of bad dreams phone late, blue screen, no peace Man don’t run when the mind won’t leave [Verse 2: faster, push-pull rap timing] Bare man swear that the debt got paid Till the night comes round and the lights go grey Till the wine wears thin and the jaw stays tight Till the same old name starts knocking twice tap-tap, rain taps code on the window mm-ahh, lungs still taste like the room though look back, no one there but the shadow same road, same road, why the same road? Don’t bless me now with your clean little lies Don’t bro me now with your glassed-out eyes You took the piss when the rent got live Now I hear your voice every time cars slide Late buzz, phone flash, don’t pick up Time bent, mouth dry, heart hiccup Old text glowing with the blue ticks stuck Driver sees all but he don’t say much Your maths went wrong when the cash went light Had three men there, still none stood right Big plan folded by the kerbside light Looked real clean till the cab rolled by [Bridge: dark melodic, warped timing] It all feels clear when the rain runs slow Streetlights bleed where the black glass glows If I look back, then the old room shows If I look down, then the phone still knows I don’t need rage, I don’t need speed I don’t need much when the road rides with me If the past keeps pace and the night won’t pass Let the black cab take this grief off my hands [Instrumental: cab hum, wiper hats, 808, organ, choir, tyre hiss, phone buzz, rain, sub drop] [Final Verse: double-time, ad-libs cutting through] No sermon, no service, no soft little prayer Just rain on the window and smoke in the air I patterned the silence, then counted the stares Now every old favour got teeth in the fare No panic, no frantic, no wild confession I balance the damage with cold recollection They gambled on memory, I banked the lesson Now look at the ride and call that procession vuhm-vuhm, cab hum under my ribs wiper-click, wipe clean none of this phone late, old name still lit look back, same face gone quick Jaw tight, time bent, don’t ask me Eyes red, road black, past in the backseat Low hum, low prayer, low battery Whole city moves but it still can’t pass me Blicky don’t show, but the coat sits heavy No need to flash when the ghosts ride steady One wrong call and the night turns heavy One slow breath and the cab keeps steady Roads don’t heal, fam, roads replay Rain writes names on the window pane You can’t bless what the backroom stained You can’t outride what remembers your name [Dropout: only wiper click] You good? Not yet. [Final Hook: full choir, organ distant, cab hum wider] Black cab psalm with the rain on glass, vuhm-vuhm Whole city moves but the past rides back, look back Wiper-click, blue lights bend, mm-ahh Same old roads bring the same ghosts in, who’s that? Jaw still tight, keep the phone face down, phone late Driver says nothing when the route turns round, turn-left Low hum, let the night roll past, low-low Black cab psalm with the past in the back [Outro: rain louder, cab door thud, organ fades] Black cab. Rain glass. Phone down. Don’t ask. The city moved. The past stayed.
