[Intro] Headlights low Seat laid back Ash on my shirt Bag in my lap (yeah)
[Verse 1] Cruisin' past the corner store Same cracked sign Same front door Pagers buzzin' in my brain Old ghosts callin' out my name
Tint so dark Can’t see my eyes Still see every little lie Rearview full of could’ve-beens Street keep pullin’ me again
[Chorus] I’m on that late night fonk run Windows down Heart beat drum Every turn feel like I’m stuck Chasin’ that same old rush Same old luck
On that late night fonk run (fonk run) Can’t tell if I lead or I run from If I make it home with the sun I swear I’m done I swear I’m done
[Verse 2] Phone light glow on her name Typed “I’m close” then backspaced She say I’m lost in what I chase I say I’m fine Change the pace
Blue and red paint the dash Slow roll Hide the stash Breath held Knuckles tight They pass by I pass the light (woo)
[Chorus] I’m on that late night fonk run Windows down Heart beat drum Every turn feel like I’m stuck Chasin’ that same old rush Same old luck
On that late night fonk run (fonk run) Can’t tell if I lead or I run from If I make it home with the sun I swear I’m done I swear I’m done
[Bridge] Street hum sound like my fate Say “one more move You’ll break” I talk tough Play brave Still one bad call from the grave
[Chorus] I’m on that late night fonk run Windows down Heart beat drum Every turn feel like I’m stuck Chasin’ that same old rush Same old luck
On that late night fonk run (fonk run) Can’t tell if I lead or I run from If I make it home with the sun I swear I’m done I swear I’m done (yeah)
Musikstil
Greasy G-funk groove with swung drums and rubbery bass; talkbox-style lead hook and male vocals riding a laid-back but menacing pocket. Verses tight and clipped, then chorus widens with stacked chants and synth stabs. Slight tape grit, car-speaker mix that hits hard in the low end.