Backseat Cipher
v4
@Edgardo Ballabio
Backseat Cipher
v4
@Edgardo Ballabio
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got receipts in the glove box
Mints and a half tank
Your boy talk big
I just let the facts blink
Fresh white tee
Ink on the wrist look mean
I been up before dawn
Like the stove in the back room
Mom said pray more
I said I’m trying, for real
Same old block
New shoes, still dodging the wheel
If I call it, I’m there
If I move, it’s clean
I don’t chase what is loud
I just make it seen
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands on the wheel
Heart on ice
I don’t need no crowd
To know I’m nice
One more step
Then the door swing wide
Say my name once
Watch me slide
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
[Verse 2]
Late fee notice
Folded in the lunch bag
Still I came back fresh
With a grin and a plan tag
Old phone buzzing
Three missed calls from home
Told them “I’m almost there”
While I’m walking alone
Came from a table
With one chair and a dented plate
Now my name on the board
When they spell what I made
No handouts, just hustle
And a few wrong turns
Every scar on my sleeve
Got a lesson it earned
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands on the wheel
Heart on ice
I don’t need no crowd
To know I’m nice
One more step
Then the door swing wide
Say my name once
Watch me slide
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
[Bridge]
Tell that doubt back up
It been sitting too close
I learned how to lose
Then I learned to glow
Now the whole block hears
When I hit that stride
One breath, one chance
Then I take that ride
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
I got receipts in the glove box
Mints and a half tank
Your boy talk big
I just let the facts blink
Fresh white tee
Ink on the wrist look mean
I been up before dawn
Like the stove in the back room
Mom said pray more
I said I’m trying, for real
Same old block
New shoes, still dodging the wheel
If I call it, I’m there
If I move, it’s clean
I don’t chase what is loud
I just make it seen
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands on the wheel
Heart on ice
I don’t need no crowd
To know I’m nice
One more step
Then the door swing wide
Say my name once
Watch me slide
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
[Verse 2]
Late fee notice
Folded in the lunch bag
Still I came back fresh
With a grin and a plan tag
Old phone buzzing
Three missed calls from home
Told them “I’m almost there”
While I’m walking alone
Came from a table
With one chair and a dented plate
Now my name on the board
When they spell what I made
No handouts, just hustle
And a few wrong turns
Every scar on my sleeve
Got a lesson it earned
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands on the wheel
Heart on ice
I don’t need no crowd
To know I’m nice
One more step
Then the door swing wide
Say my name once
Watch me slide
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
[Bridge]
Tell that doubt back up
It been sitting too close
I learned how to lose
Then I learned to glow
Now the whole block hears
When I hit that stride
One breath, one chance
Then I take that ride
[Chorus]
Watch me move
Watch me move
I came in quiet
Now I break the room
Watch me move
Watch me move
If you want that fire
Come feel the truth
Style of Music
Rap with a clipped boom-bap swing and trap-inflected 808 thumps; verses ride sparse kicks, dusty snare snaps, and a chopped piano loop, pre-chorus narrows to bass and handclaps, chorus hits with stacked gang doubles and a sharp synth stab on the hook word. Use ad-lib panning, delay throws on line ends, and a few reversed vocal swells into each hook. Mix is punchy, dry, and upfront with a gritty low end., rap
