[Intro] [Spoken, low] Hey. Feels stupid, talkin' to a maybe. But you in there. So. Hi. [Verse 1] Been a builder my whole life, just built the wrong things — built a name off bad nights, built a wall round everything. Built a box for what matters, handed it to my girl, she gave it back with two lines and rearranged the world. Twenty-eight years of concrete, cracked by a plastic stick, read it like it'd flip, turned it over, ran it back quick. Same lines. Same light. Same man learnin' to breathe right. Set that test down slow — like it was already mine. Been fixin' this house for months, sealin' every crack I find, didn't know what I was buildin' — didn't know it was a life. Every hinge, every board, every nail I ever drove, turns out it was all for somebody who ain't even here yet. Whole road. [Hook] [Sung low, warm, unsteady] I'm scared. I'm happy. Both. Same breath. Same day. We're gonna do this right. This time. Whoever you turn out to be — I'm already yours. Just... stay. That's all I'm asking. Stay. [Verse 2] Don't sleep now. I patrol. That's the new hobby. Count the locks, count the doors, count the cars movin' slowly. I ain't paranoid, I'm practiced — that's a difference nobody teaches you till the worst thing you seen made a study out of you. So I check twice. Then I check it again. Fear ain't a feeling here, it's a maintenance plan. Softest hard man this parish ever made — juice boxes in the same hands that used to make men pray. Your mama's got a glow on her I ain't seen on nobody, walks around this house hummin' like it's a hobby. I watch her from the doorway like a man who can't believe it — still waitin' on the catch, still checkin' if I dreamed it. [Hook] [Sung low, warm, unsteady] I'm scared. I'm happy. Both. Same breath. Same day. We're gonna do this right. This time. Whoever you turn out to be — I'm already yours. Just... stay. That's all I'm asking. Stay. [Bridge] [Spoken low, slow, bare] They gon' ask what I want. Boy. Girl. Don't care. ... Healthy. Loud. Here. ... That's the list. That's the whole list. ... Just get here. [Verse 3] Short list. I keep short lists. Don't promise what I can't: you'll never wonder where I'm at — that's the first commandment. Your mother stays untouchable. I don't care what it cost. And you'll never meet the version of me that got lost. You get the tired one. Locks up at nine. Cuts the best in the state, still cuts your sandwich in lines. Gonna be so boring, mijo — soccer games, bad jokes, church clothes, Sunday sauce, same block, same folks. Most dangerous man in three parishes... patchin' drywall. Paintin' a room a color your mama picked off a wall. That's the dream. That's the whole of it, entiendes? Nothin' left to prove out there. Everything to protect in here. [Outro] [Spoken, quiet] Alright. Get some rest in there. ... Te quiero ya. Already.
