Intro Shh… don’t look back. Yeah… uh-huh… (whisper) don’t look back. Verse 1 He said, “Baby, we gotta go,” city’s burning in stereo. Lamps flicker on my skin, I’m packed but I keep givin’ in. Gold bracelets, window lights, Sodom heartbeat in the night. Tell me future’s better than then, I still want one more spin. Pre-Chorus Hands up, keep movin’, don’t lose it, angels say, “Girl, choose it.” I walk, but my mind replays, every sweet, sweet yesterday. Chorus Don’t look back, back, back, no— I feel it pull like a late-night track. If I turn, I’ll freeze where I stand, salt on my lips, no second chance. Don’t look back, back, back, no— hear my name in the city’s crack. I’m almost brave, don’t fade to static, baby, don’t look, don’t look back. Post-Chorus (Chant) Salt, salt, salt… don’t stop. Salt, salt, salt… pop drop. Verse 2 Girls runnin’ in linen white, I keep glancing left and right. Old neighbors in my head, market songs and honey bread. Say faith is a brand-new beat, my heels remember those streets. Future calling like a drum, but yesterday hums. Pre-Chorus Hands up, keep movin’, don’t lose it, angels say, “Girl, choose it.” I walk, but the past says “stay,” sugar ghost in a glass display. Chorus Don’t look back, back, back, no— I feel it pull like a late-night track. If I turn, I’ll freeze where I stand, salt on my lips, no second chance. Don’t look back, back, back, no— hear my name in the city’s crack. I’m almost brave, don’t fade to static, baby, don’t look, don’t look back. baby, don’t look, don’t look back. Bridge (Spoken/Whisper) It wasn’t curiosity, it was craving. The warm lie… that yesterday was safer. Breathe in, eyes front, girl. Five, six, seven… I turned to— sa-sa-salt, caught in my own fault. Echo: don’t… don’t… Lift me up or let me halt. Hands to the sky if you’re cut from the past, drop it to the floor, let the old world crash. Don’t look back, back, back, no— I feel it pull like a late-night track. If I turn, I’ll freeze where I stand, salt on my lips, no second chance. Don’t look back, back, back, no— new light pouring through the cracks. I’m more than “almost,” make it automatic, baby, don’t look, don’t look back. baby, don’t look, don’t look back. Outro Shh… don’t look back. ro Yeah… don’t look back.
