Lyrics
I live in the maybe... That’s where the trouble breathe. Yellow glow on the dash, make the damage look mild, Slow lane, cold frame, I been holy for a while— At least that’s what I tell when the rearview shake truth, Loose tie, two lies, still talk slick in the coupe. I got grace in my mouth, got smoke in my chest, Look calm, move clean, keep the ache well-dressed. Every bad turn dressed up in a reason I wrote, Every near-miss sound better when I lower my voice. I don’t run red hard, I just flirt with the line, Half-right, half-night, let intention decide. And the city keep noddin’ like it know what I mean— How a man stay dirty and still worship the clean. I say, “It ain’t that deep, I’m just passin’ through.” But every yellow light Turn green in my head for you. Yellow light theology, I make almost feel holy. Yellow light theology, I call it caution when it’s really me. Ease up... lean in... That’s how I sin without speed. Yellow light theology— I make the gray sound clean. Soft gold on the glass, blue ash on the seam, Pulse low, jaw froze, I get lost lookin’ clean. I can bless a bad choice with a measured excuse, Say, “I needed some air,” when I’m chasin’ the bruise. There’s a code in my cool, there’s a crack in the code, Still smile, still slide, still take the long road. Every warning come pretty when the hour get late, Every weak spot in me start to move like fate. I know better, know better— that ain’t stop nothin’ yet, Nice coat, dark heart, no sweat on the neck. I don’t crash all at once, I just bend till I’m gone... Let the light hang yellow, and I hold on wrong. I say, “It ain’t that deep, I’m just built like this.” But every yellow light Got a green edge when I drift. Maybe I don’t need a reason— Maybe I just like the slide. Maybe all this careful language Just a cleaner way to hide. Mm... A cleaner way to hide. Yellow light theology, I make almost feel holy. Yellow light theology, I call it caution when it’s really me. Ease up... lean in... That’s how I lose quietly. Yellow light theology— I made the gray my creed. Not red... not right... Just somewhere in between. Yellow light theology.
Lyrics
I live in the maybe... That’s where the trouble breathe. Yellow glow on the dash, make the damage look mild, Slow lane, cold frame, I been holy for a while— At least that’s what I tell when the rearview shake truth, Loose tie, two lies, still talk slick in the coupe. I got grace in my mouth, got smoke in my chest, Look calm, move clean, keep the ache well-dressed. Every bad turn dressed up in a reason I wrote, Every near-miss sound better when I lower my voice. I don’t run red hard, I just flirt with the line, Half-right, half-night, let intention decide. And the city keep noddin’ like it know what I mean— How a man stay dirty and still worship the clean. I say, “It ain’t that deep, I’m just passin’ through.” But every yellow light Turn green in my head for you. Yellow light theology, I make almost feel holy. Yellow light theology, I call it caution when it’s really me. Ease up... lean in... That’s how I sin without speed. Yellow light theology— I make the gray sound clean. Soft gold on the glass, blue ash on the seam, Pulse low, jaw froze, I get lost lookin’ clean. I can bless a bad choice with a measured excuse, Say, “I needed some air,” when I’m chasin’ the bruise. There’s a code in my cool, there’s a crack in the code, Still smile, still slide, still take the long road. Every warning come pretty when the hour get late, Every weak spot in me start to move like fate. I know better, know better— that ain’t stop nothin’ yet, Nice coat, dark heart, no sweat on the neck. I don’t crash all at once, I just bend till I’m gone... Let the light hang yellow, and I hold on wrong. I say, “It ain’t that deep, I’m just built like this.” But every yellow light Got a green edge when I drift. Maybe I don’t need a reason— Maybe I just like the slide. Maybe all this careful language Just a cleaner way to hide. Mm... A cleaner way to hide. Yellow light theology, I make almost feel holy. Yellow light theology, I call it caution when it’s really me. Ease up... lean in... That’s how I lose quietly. Yellow light theology— I made the gray my creed. Not red... not right... Just somewhere in between. Yellow light theology.