Windows up... heartbeat down.
City blur, don’t ask me now.

Black glass, fast pass, slide through the lane,
Street glow hit the wrist, make the hurt look plain.
Low talk, no calls, I let the dash breathe,
Whole sky look bruised when it lean on me.
Still got smoke in the seams of my clothes,
Still move clean when the pressure get close.
I can make a quiet night sound expensive and bent,
With that cold air, slow stare, through the tint.

Don’t read me wrong—
I’m just hard to hold.
Too calm for a crash,
Too young feelin’ old.

Cold air through the tint,
Blue light on my skin.
Whole ride look still, but I’m skidding within.
Cold air through the tint,
Let the city stay blurred.
I got too much on my mind to be speakin’ in words.

Red signs, dead eyes, gold chain in the dark,
Hands clean, jaw tight, still carry the spark.
Late turns, deep burns, I don’t flinch at the wheel,
I just change my face when it start gettin’ real.
You can hear that ache when the bassline thin,
Like my soul tap-dancin’ on a loss I spin.
I wear cool like cloth, let it fall, let it drape—
But the glass throw me back in a shape I can’t shake.

Don’t read me wrong—
I’m just missin’ the frame.
Too smooth for a scene,
Too gone for a name.

Cold air through the tint,
Blue light on my skin.
Whole ride look still, but I’m skidding within.
Cold air through the tint,
Let the city stay blurred.
I got too much on my mind to be speakin’ in words.

I keep the window shut so the ghosts don’t get in,
But they live in the leather, they hum with the vents.
And every light I pass feel familiar as sin—
Like the road know exactly where I been.
Mm... like the road know exactly where I been.

Cold air through the tint,
Blue light on my skin.
Whole ride look still, but I’m skidding within.
Cold air through the tint,
This the calm I invent.
If I look too composed, that’s the pose, not the peace—
Just cold air through the tint.

No one saw me slide by.
That’s how I survive...
Cold air through the tint.