Streetlight Prayer

Verse 1: Cruisin' slow, F-sharp minor hum under the hood

City breathes in halos, each corner feels like home

Young me in the backseat, eyes on fast-forward

I turn down the brag, keep my quiet like a throne

Dashboard moon, fingers trace the miles we've known

Small wins in my pocket, like coins that light the road

Called mom at midnight just to hear her say I rose

Kept a promise to a promise that we never sold