[Intro: 112 BPM; sustained Latin-blues electric-guitar bend; original seven-note guitar/bass riff twice; smooth techno kick, congas and timbale accents; eight seconds] [Verse 1: low robotic male rap; gritty talkbox texture; laid-back sixteenths; guitar answers each couplet] Cuz said, “Leave it. I can get you home.” I said, “I’m good,” reached past my phone. Ride app open, price looked steep, Now that number looks damn cheap. Turned out slow, then clipped the curb, Told myself, “Relax your nerves.” Blue lights flashed before the turn, Whole lot left for me to learn. Window down, cold air hit, Asked where I’d been; I started with “Just up the road”—he said, “Sit tight.” My hands wouldn’t quit shaking that night. [Hook: pitched robotic chant; sustained guitar answers; congas remain audible] County orange, Concrete floor. Should’ve left those keys By the door. I said, “I’m straight.” Man, I was wrong. That ride cost less Than the road I’m on. [Turnaround: seven-note unison riff; organ ninth chord; two short timbale accents] [Verse 2: sharper robotic rap; dry half-time snare] Stepped outside, tried to act composed, Cold wind cutting through my clothes. Told to stand where the flashlight shone, No more saying I could make it home. Metal clicked, wrists behind my back, Watched the tow truck lift my Cadillac. Asked about my phone, got told to wait, Sat in the back while they checked the plate. No street legend, no big-man pose, Just me looking down at my shoes and clothes. Kept seeing Cuz with his hand held out, And me too proud to hear him out. [Hook: wider vocoder layer; guitar climbs, then resolves] County orange, Concrete floor. Should’ve left those keys By the door. I said, “I’m straight.” Man, I was wrong. That ride cost less Than the road I’m on. [Instrumental: twelve bars; lyrical Latin-blues guitar solo develops seven-note riff; sustained bends, singing vibrato, rapid legato bursts; techno kick and conga pattern stay steady] [Breakdown: kick
