[Verse 1] In the glow of my cracked screen, shadows of us chase the smoke, Your laugh haunts empty rooms, bag half-packed by the door. That sway in your step—damn, it clings like last night's pour, From barstools to dusk highways, your scent's my reckless core. [Chorus] Where you are, I'll find yo' ass— down the block or 'cross the stars! My love's a glitch healing scars, yo' ass mine, no stranger's arms. Through the bullshit, I'll chase that fire—absurd, but it's ours. (It's absurd, ain't it? Laughing through the hurt) [Verse 2] What-if scrolls fade you from frame, but your stride storms my name, Through jams and fights, I vault our walls—your ass my fog-lit claim. Nostalgia hums in corner stores, stocked with almosts so heavy, Melancholy pulls me mornings— coffee cold, but you're my levy. [Chorus] Where you are, I'll find yo' ass—down the block or 'cross the stars! My love's a glitch healing scars, yo' ass mine, etched in the jars. Ad-lib: Echoing fades— "Yo' ass... mine... through the scars... Relatable wreckage rising—our busted bazaar.
