[Intro — warm groove, close conversational vocal] Yeah... Funny thing about moving out... Usually you gotta leave. Heh. --- [Verse 1] October morning, account went light, No moving truck, no boxes in sight. No tearful wave, no closing door, Just woke up cheaper than the day before. Porch still there, same beat in the street, Same familiar names when I scroll that feed. Found my place, never gave it back, Just changed how much I’m spendin’ on the track. Still can’t read a chart, still trust my ear, Still know when the pocket feels right in here. Couple old doubts in that box by the door, Guess I never got around to unpacking those. But the windows still hum when the bass rolls through, And I still lean out when I hear something new. Everybody thought the lease got spent... Nah. I didn’t move out. I just stopped paying rent. --- [Hook] Still here in the Sunohood, Porch light low but the groove still good. No big goodbye, no grand event, I didn’t move out, just stopped paying rent. Still here in the Sunohood, Same old soul where I said I stood. Found my place and it still feels good, Still right here in the Sunohood. --- [Verse 2] Got some other little engines hummin’ at home, Local-built beats where I’m free to roam. Different tools, different wires in the wall, Doesn’t mean I gotta stop visiting y’all. Might make a Mini when the mood comes through, Drop one track just because I want to. No mountain of credits burnin’ through the night, Just enough of a spark when the timing feels right. Still hear songs from the porch next door, Still leave a word when somebody scores. Still see strangers turn usernames real, Still know exactly how that weirdness feels. I ain’t planting flags, ain’t drawing a line, A neighborhood ain’t yours just because you subscribe. And if the block still breathes when I wander through, I’ll breathe with it too. --- [Hook] Still here in the Sunohood, Porch light low but the groove still good. No big goodbye, no grand event, I didn’t move out, just stopped paying rent. Still here in the Sunohood, Same old soul where I said I stood. Found my place and it still feels good, Still right here in the Sunohood. --- [Bridge — half-sung, reflective] Came in new. Stayed new awhile. Settled in slowly, Found my little style. Found my place, Never promised I’d stay the same. Maybe someday I pay again. Maybe I don’t. Either way... I still know the neighbors’ names. --- [Verse 3] First I moved in with a head full of sound, Then I learned the streets and I learned the ground. Took a few wrong turns, stepped on a toe, Met some porch-light people I’m glad I know. Seen the block get loud, seen tempers flare, Seen beautiful songs appear from nowhere. Seen trends roll through, seen old names fade, Seen a whole lotta strange little memories made. So this ain’t the ending, don’t cue that scene, No final curtain on the same machine. I’m not disappearing, I’m not misunderstood, I’m just spending less money in the Sunohood. No crown, no crew, no dramatic descent, No forwarding address, no last lament. Found my place. And apparently... I’m a rent-free resident. --- [Final Hook — warmer lift, still restrained] Still here in the Sunohood, Porch light low but the groove still good. No big goodbye, no grand event, I didn’t move out, just stopped paying rent. Still here in the Sunohood, Same old soul where I said I stood. If the block still breathes and the bass still moves, Then I’m right where I should. Still here in the Sunohood, No need to leave what I never left. Found my place, and the truth still stood: Still here... In the Sunohood. --- [Outro — soft spoken over fading groove] No cape. No crown. No paid plan. ...Still got the address.
