[Verse 1] Neon drips on Nathan Road, the night is breathing slow, I hear a hush behind the glass where normal people don’t go. A little mint, a little incense, lily in the air, I’m smiling like it’s nothing, but I know who’s standing there. Pocket full of “props,” yeah—plastic wrap and little charms, And chocolate like a sidearm tucked against my palm. [Pre-Chorus] Aiya… keep your voice down—listen close, you’ll hear the proof, Sound-waves draw the outline of a shadow on the roof. I’m not old-school, not pure myth—call it science with a grin, Neo-Science Exorcism—let the “work time” begin. [Chorus] Nai maang dik si—ride through the haze, Ghosts on the meter, I don’t pay their games. Chocolates in my pocket, m̀h’gōi, move aside, When my speakers start singing, even spirits wanna hide. Ga yau, ga yau—heartbeat, don’t freeze, I’m the taxi in the fog with the keys to your peace. [Verse 2] Client says, “It’s cursed,” but they’re shaking like it’s shame, A laugh in the hallway whispering somebody’s name. I tilt my cap, I check my gear, I tap the door twice— “Relax, lah. I’ve seen worse. This city’s full of dice.” Lily at my shoulder, white flower in the dark, We trace the static footprints where the living never mark. [Pre-Chorus] Aiya… don’t be stubborn—every haunting leaves a clue, I translate fear to numbers in a frequency you knew. Not a priestess, not a ghost—just a girl who chose her role: Keep the night from eating hearts, keep the daylight in your soul. [Chorus] Nai maang dik si—ride through the haze, Ghosts on the meter, I don’t pay their games. Chocolates in my pocket, m̀h’gōi, move aside, When my speakers start singing, even spirits wanna hide. Ga yau, ga yau—heartbeat, don’t freeze, I’m the taxi in the fog with the keys to your peace. [Bridge] (half-time, airy, haunted-cute) If you feel a hand on your shoulder—don’t panic, don’t run, Breathe in daffodil and mint ‘til the trembling is done. I’ll tune the room to silence, I’ll turn the dark to light, And if you can’t say “thank you”—I’ll say it for you: m̀h’gōi… goodnight. [Final Chorus] (big swing + synth lift) Nai maang dik si—ride through the haze, Hong Kong in my rearview, brave face, brave days. Chocolates in my pocket, aiya, watch me drive, When my sound-waves start blooming, that’s how the living survive. Ga yau, ga yau—don’t beg, don’t plead, I’m the taxi in the fog—and I always get you free.
