Intro](Soft, pulsing bass creeps in over a hospital monitor beep)You found me fading in that small white roomWires and whispers, I was half-way gone(Beat drops heavy with a dark, city ambience)Yo… Who dat deh?From Russia wid di cold inna har blood…Mi likkle sista step out—It’s fucking Tina![Verse 1]You held my hand like it was made of glassSaid, "Breathe with me, just hang on"But black boots touch road, whole street get nervousTina roll through like she own di surfaceCold likkle stare, but di energy wickedOne wrong move—whole mood get shiftedYou stayed when every door was closingWho does that but you?[Verse 2]You count my pills, you chase my sleepYou watch my steps when I try to standMi seh, “Sista, weh we heading tonight?”She seh, “Anywhere—just follow di lights”No map, no plan, no need fi behaveTwo mad souls pon a midnight waveYou tuck the blanket under my feetLike you could fold the world into your hands[Verse 3]From Moscow frost to di pine forestLikkle sista step clean, but di mind lawlessKaren, you pulled me back when I was throughBut the city too small when di two uniteWhole place turn when she walk insideIf dem never know before—dem know tonightYou can save my life a thousand timesBut you’re not the boss of what I do[Verse 4]Taxi pull up—nah, keep dat runningTina seh, “Брат, tonight we coming”Bass from di club make di pavement shakeOne more stop? Nah—whole city awakeShe got dat Russian “don’t test me” faceMi got di smoke-dark Shaman graceDifferent blood, different tongue, same flameWalk through di door—everybody know di name[Verse 5]I love your stubborn, I love your careBut I still need my own wrong turnsNo fake hype, no internet crownReal ones quiet when di bass touch downMi look pon sista, sista look pon me—“Ready?”“Блять… погнали!”Let me fall a little, I’ll meet you thereOn the ground where the growing hurts[Verse 6]It’s fucking Tina, tell dem againNo sleep, no fear, just trouble an styleWe mash up di city wid a wicked likkle smileYou can have my thanks, my whole damn heartBut not the say in what I chooseCold from Russia, dark from di ShamanOne city, one nightBad combination[Verse 7]You pour the tea, I crack the jokeWe bend, we bicker, then we moveYou’re the one who kept me hereBut you’re not the boss (Still, I’m staying for you)Mi likkle sista… Fikin & TinaRemember di fucking nameТина…
