Late Train Bodega
v4
@Péter Hegedűs
Late Train Bodega
v4
@Péter Hegedűs
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Same hoodie, different day
I move slow, I’m okay
Corner store, paper cup
Little wins add up
You talk loud, I don’t
I got peace, I hold it close
Keys in hand, door lock click
I been built for this
[Pre-Chorus]
No rush on me
Let it breathe, let it be
I don’t chase the noise
I just keep my joy
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
[Verse 2]
Bus stop bench, cold air
I watch clouds like I don’t care
Phone face down, that’s a fact
I don’t need all that
Dead-end talks, I let pass
Cheap drinks, warm glass
Small laugh, real thing
That’s the life I sing
[Pre-Chorus]
No rush on me
Let it breathe, let it be
I don’t chase the noise
I just keep my joy
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
[Bridge]
If the room gets too loud
I step out, I come down
One deep breath, one clean look
I still write my own book
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
Same hoodie, different day
I move slow, I’m okay
Corner store, paper cup
Little wins add up
You talk loud, I don’t
I got peace, I hold it close
Keys in hand, door lock click
I been built for this
[Pre-Chorus]
No rush on me
Let it breathe, let it be
I don’t chase the noise
I just keep my joy
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
[Verse 2]
Bus stop bench, cold air
I watch clouds like I don’t care
Phone face down, that’s a fact
I don’t need all that
Dead-end talks, I let pass
Cheap drinks, warm glass
Small laugh, real thing
That’s the life I sing
[Pre-Chorus]
No rush on me
Let it breathe, let it be
I don’t chase the noise
I just keep my joy
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
[Bridge]
If the room gets too loud
I step out, I come down
One deep breath, one clean look
I still write my own book
[Chorus]
Take it slow, take it slow
I’m good wherever I go
Take it slow, take it slow
I keep my feet on low
(Take it slow)
(Take it slow)
Stijl van muziek
Chill rap with laid-back boom-bap swing, dusty kick-snare, soft jazz guitar stabs, and a lazy bassline; verse rides sparse drums and finger snaps, pre-chorus opens with a filtered chord lift, chorus lands on a sticky two-line chant with doubled leads and low harmonies. Ad-libs drift in the corners, tape hiss and reverse piano swells bridge the sections, mix is warm, intimate, and slightly grimy., rap
