[Verse 1] Boot-prints kissing the dust like code, I load the stride and go, Static cities call me home—nah, I ghost their metronome. Every lock has a breath I know, fingers learn the letting-go, I don’t wrestle rusted doors—I name them past and move my soul. [Pre-Chorus] If the hinge won’t sing, I won’t beg it to— Label it yesterday, paint it see-through. Options bloom like sparks along the queue— Choose one blaze, and— [Chorus] Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Clap with the thunder of a brand-new route. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Future in the lungs, push the echo out. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Feet like drums, and the skyline moves. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! —walk through, walk through, walk through… [Post-Chorus Chop] walk through—walk through—walk through— [Verse 2] Dead-end billboards promising “later”—I cut the ad with air. Parade of doubts with paper crowns; I bow, then climb the stair. Momentum prayers in my palms, beatmaps in my veins, I sprint the sentence into song, punctuation changed. [Pre-Chorus] If the path won’t live, I won’t argue proof— Stamp it yesterday, make it smoke and poof. Doorframes tilt when the rhythm tells the truth— Take one breath, and— [Chorus] Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Clap with the thunder of a brand-new route. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Future in the lungs, push the echo out. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Feet like drums, and the skyline moves. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! —walk through, walk through, walk through… [Bridge] (half-time → lift) I’m not the weight—I’m the wave that carries it, Not the gate—I’m the gait that marries it, Not the wait—I’m the now that ferries it— Say the word and go. Hands to the door like a heartbeat meter, Three quick knocks, then the world grows sweeter— Open? Closed? I’m the forward reader— Clock says move. Let’s go. [Drop / Dance Break] (Hand-drum solo → galloping bass; crowd claps answering) [Chorus – Lift] Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Clap with the thunder of a brand-new route. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Future in the lungs, push the echo out. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! Feet like drums, and the skyline moves. Call it yesterday, walk through—hey! —walk through, walk through, walk through… [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] walk through—walk through—walk through— (gang shouts) walk through—walk through— (octave lift) [Outro] Door-swoosh rising like a vow, clap loop fading to a glow— If it won’t move, we rename it then, and let the living flow. Walk through…
