[Intro] Kick hit heavy like a judge say “now,” Street still hot, brass cut through the crowd. No slow walk, this the night parade, Second line ghosts in the laser haze. [Pre-Drop – spoken, filtered] Ain’t no flowers. Ain’t no names. If it moves, let it move. [Drop] (808 rolls) (Trumpet stab—short, sharp) (Hi-hats chatter like rain on tin) [Verse 1] Hands up high but the floor stay low, Bass tell truths you ain’t tryna know. I don’t mourn, I mobilize, NOLA heat in the whites of my eyes. Shot clock ticks when the kick come back, Love don’t die—it just lose its mask. [Build] Snare climb—hold— Brass bend—hold— Whole room wait like a breath got stole. [Chorus] This ain’t a funeral, this a warning bell, If it still move, it ain’t farewell. We don’t bury what still dance, We let it sweat, we let it trance. When the horn hit late and the lights go red, That’s a heartbeat refusin’ dead. [Drop] (Kick harder) (Sub wider) (Trumpet riff looped, aggressive) [Verse 2] Bounce that truth till it crack the tile, Every sin need a rhythm trial. Frenchmen bleed into warehouse walls, Saints get loud when the system stalls. I don’t pray—I press repeat, Let the bass decide what I get to keep. [Pre-Chorus] If you feel it rise in your spine right now, That ain’t noise—that’s a vow. [Chorus] This ain’t a funeral, no slow goodbye, Second line where the shadows fly. Hands in the air but the weight stay real, Dance with the thing you refuse to feel. When the drop hit low and the crowd say “uh,” That’s love still breathin’—no body, bruh. [Bridge – spoken, half-shouted, over stripped beat] New Orleans don’t grieve quiet. We move it. We sweat it. We let the dead dance till they tell the truth. [Final Drop / Peak] (Full drums) (Brass call-and-response) (808 glide) [Final Chorus] This ain’t a funeral, this a release, Grief get flipped into frequency. If the floor shake hard when the lights go out, That’s the city sayin’ “let it out.” No coffin, no crown, no end at all— Just a pulse still answerin’ the call. [Outro] Kick still marchin’ past last call, Love still jumpin’—no body at all.
