[Verse 1] Missed calls Mom said I’m hard to reach I’ve been chasing every scar Like it’s a part of me Same hoodie three days Ink on my hands Writing out the pain Till it pays for my fam Used to count change On the bus to the job Now I count days Til I bust out the fog Whole crew split Over pride, over crumbs I learned peace hits harder Than any of my runs
[Chorus] I got late night lessons On my mind again Talked to my regrets Like an old best friend Every wrong turn Made me who I am I don’t hate my past I just write better plans Late night lessons Running through my head If it didn’t break me It made me break bread
[Verse 2] Grandma said “boy Don’t outrun your soul” I tried anyway Tripped over control Scroll after scroll Everybody look rich Same cheap flex On a high-res glitch So I log out Walk ‘round my block Every crack in the sidewalk Got its own plot Kids hoop in the dark Dreams loud in the air I see my younger self Still rapping in a chair
[Chorus] I got late night lessons On my mind again Talked to my regrets Like an old best friend Every wrong turn Made me who I am I don’t hate my past I just write better plans Late night lessons Running through my head If it didn’t break me It made me break bread
Styl muzyki
rap, Dusty boom-bap drums with warm sampled chords and deep bassline; male vocals in an intimate, close-mic tone. Verses stay conversational and nimble, hook brings a wider stereo spread with stacked doubles and soft harmonies. Subtle vinyl crackle and distant keys keep it moody, final chorus lifts with extra ad-libs and a slightly brighter mix., hip-hop