[Intro] Rain on the panoramic roof. Leather seats smell brand-new. Funny. Whole car expensive as fuck... and my memories still ride free. Yeah. [Verse 1] I got stars in the ceiling now, used to count cracks in the paint, Mama had notices stacked by the sink, still told us everything straight. Fridge made noise but had nothing to say, cupboards echoing back, Now the freezer got steaks in that bitch and I still hide bread in the back. That's trauma. Money don't delete shit, it just decorate the scar, I done drove through my old neighborhood in a hundred-thousand-dollar car. Young boy pointed like, “That's goals,” I damn near rolled down and said, “Be careful what you call winning when half the winners you knew dead.” Phone vibrate. My woman text, “You coming home?” I type “yeah” then sit another ten minutes staring through the chrome. Because peace still feel suspicious. Silence feel like something wrong. When you grew up hearing sirens, quiet nights sound way too long. [Pre-Chorus] All this neon on my skin, Still can't light what's underneath. I got diamonds over wounds that never learned how to sleep. [Hook] I got neon wounds, They glow when the night get dark. Whole city see the jewelry, She the only one see the scars. I got neon wounds, New money, same old heart. You can move a man from the trenches— getting trenches out the man is hard. Neon wounds. Pretty lights over ugly truth. Everything I ever wanted still couldn't buy another youth. [Verse 2] First big check, I bought a chain, thought success would change my breathing, Still woke up reaching toward the nightstand every time I had a dream. Saw Rico in one nightmare. Saw Tone in another scene. One was laughing by the corner, one kept asking, “What you mean?” What I mean is I'm still here, bro. That's the guilt nobody posts. People congratulate survival while survivor eating with ghosts. At dinner I'm ordering lobster, remember noodles in a cup. Then feel guilty eating good because some brothers never leveled up. That's fucked up. Like somehow me enjoying life betrays the dead, So I punish every blessing with old funerals in my head. My woman said, “They wouldn't want you miserable just because they gone.” I said, “How you know?” She said, “Because loving you ain't wishing wrong.” Damn. [Hook] I got neon wounds, They glow when the night get dark. Whole city see the jewelry, She the only one see the scars. I got neon wounds, New money, same old heart. You can move a man from the trenches— getting trenches out the man is hard. Neon wounds. Pretty lights over ugly truth. Everything I ever wanted still couldn't buy another youth. [Verse 3] Then some thirsty motherfucker started commenting beneath her page, Talking smooth like he discovered something I had locked away. Old me would've made it war. New me handed her the space. She laughed, showed me every message, said, “This clown don't know his place.” I ain't own her. That's the lesson. Loyalty ain't property. If your woman gotta lose her freedom for you to trust, that's insecurity. Still, I'd be lying saying jealousy don't tap me on the shoulder, But now I talk instead of turning five minutes into something colder. Growth ain't suddenly being perfect. Growth is catching your own shit. Growth is hearing ego scream and not automatically following it. Same principle with money. Same principle with pride. Some battles ain't worth winning if winning fucks up your life. [Bridge] Neon signs look beautiful because the darkness sits behind them. Maybe scars work just like that. Maybe you don't gotta hide them. Maybe success isn't proving nothing ever fucked you up. Maybe success is building something after life beat your ass enough. Mama sleeping better now. My son thinks Daddy always strong. My woman knows that's bullshit but she loves me right or wrong. Not wrong like she approves it. Wrong like, “Grow, and I'll be here.” That's richer than the chain. That's louder than the gear. [Final Hook] I got neon wounds, Let 'em glow, I ain't ashamed. Every scar became a chapter, not permission to stay the same. I got neon wounds, New money, wiser heart. You can move a man from the trenches— then teach that man a different start. Neon wounds. Rain running down the roof. Whole world staring at the lights. I'm finally staring at the truth. [Outro] Rain stopped. She text again: “You coming?” Yeah. This time... I'm coming home.
