I left at seventeen before the bread was warm
took the blue suitcase nobody claimed
Mother stood polishing the same clean glass
Dad read the paper without turning a page

There was a woman’s name behind the pantry clock
written twice then crossed with a kitchen knife
I asked who she was
They asked why I was still awake

Huh

They said “You’ll understand when you’re older”
So I got older somewhere else

I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train

I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong

Years later a stranger stopped me near the docks
said “You walk exactly like she did”
I laughed and asked “Who?”
She looked at me as though I’d made a joke

Then she handed me a photograph:
my father younger one hand out of frame
and a girl with my uneven teeth
wearing the blue suitcase name tag

Huh Small world
Terrible handwriting

She said “Your mother tried her best”
I said “Which one?”

I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them blame my age my temper
let them blame the morning train

I was gone gone gone—
they can call it running if they like
I didn’t leave because they hated me
I left because they knew me wrong

Maybe I was kept
Maybe I was traded
Maybe love gets very polite
when the truth is complicated

I never asked again

That keeps them nervous

I was gone before the kettle sang
gone before they fixed their tale
Let them polish every answer
I know where the story fails

I was gone gone gone—
huh they still insist I’m wild
I didn’t leave because I hated them
I left as someone else’s child

You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band

Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened

You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared

Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”

You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet

I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”

You came in late
With a theory about forks and fate
I kept my coat
You said my silence needed one more note
Your drink went warm
While you described your personal reform
I changed my mind
Halfway through a sentence you redesigned

Too neat
You make good manners sound incomplete
Too sure
You diagnose the waiter and the furniture

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

The bass moved first
You called it elegant then called it cursed
I missed the beat
You drew a diagram across the receipt
Your mouth said “fine”
Your eyebrows filed an appeal against mine
The plates were cleared
But somehow your complaint just reappeared

One step
Then a paragraph with nothing left
Two sips
And now we’re arguing about eclipse
No script
Just brass behaving badly at the hip

Give me the crooked part
The bit that never learned to behave
Skip the polished start
I’d rather hear what you forgot to save
Don’t make it beautiful
Make it useful for a minute or two
Something disputable
Something that could only come from you

You want a verdict
I brought a question with no proper ending
You want precision
I brought a rhythm that resents explaining

Call it defective
Call it a habit with excellent shoes

Call it selective
I call it knowing what not to refuse

Stay odd
Let all the tidy couples blame the odds
Stay sharp
Keep one good insult hidden after dark

Give me the crooked part
The one you never put on display
No ceremonial heart
No careful phrase rehearsed on the way

Keep it improbable
Keep it a little too clever to prove
Almost impossible
But still with enough nerve left to move

You took the spoon
I took the story
Fair enough
You looked less boring

Glass on the shoreline
Silver on skin
The night keeps folding
As the rhythm pulls us in
Every street is breathing slower
Windows shimmer then disappear
You don't have to say forever
You're already here
One more step
One more spark
One more pulse across the dark

No destination
Only motion
Floating where the bass begins

Higher
Take me where the skyline bends
Higher
Nothing has to make sense
We move
Like the tide beneath the light
Higher
Till tomorrow loses sight

Dust rises softly
Under every heel
Ancient echoes
Wrapped in something new and real
Hands cut circles through the silence
Every heartbeat shifts its place
No one owns this second
No one leaves a trace
The air keeps turning
Round and round
Every shadow finds a sound

No gravity
No history
Just the rhythm underneath
We don't chase the sunrise
We become the color
One breath
One horizon
Nothing louder

Higher
Lift the night above the ground
Higher
Feel the silence singing loud
We move
Where the desert meets the sea
Higher
You and the frequency
Higher
Only the frequency

The waves don't ask where you've gone
But they whisper your name till dawn
The fire crackles like your laugh
I sit with silence cut in half

Barefoot in the sand no one around
Just your memory making sound

On this shore by this flame
I trace your smile in the stars again
No phone no light no plan tonight
Just me the tide and soft moonlight
And when your face drifts into view
I breathe a word I saved for you

Your sweater still smells like wind
I wrap it tighter pretend again
The logs fall in the sparks rise high
But nothing burns like your goodbye

I talk to shadows like they're you
Like love could echo if it wanted to

On this shore by this flame
I trace your smile in the stars again
No phone no light no plan tonight
Just me the tide and soft moonlight
And when your face drifts into view
I breathe a word I saved for you

Maybe one day you’ll come back here
Follow the firelight through the fear
But until then I’ll sing to the blue
This lonely word… still meant for you

[Intro]
City pulse
Turn it up
시동 걸어
We don’t stop

Late ride clean mood
Windows down smooth groove
No big talk just move
Tonight we choose the view

도로 위에 번진 빛
우리만의 작은 scene
신호가 바뀌면 go
심장은 faster low

천천히 올라가는 speed
But we keep it clean
너와 나의 timing
딱 맞아 like a dream

숨이 조금 뜨거워져
Bass가 몸을 밀어
말은 짧게 눈은 길게
이 밤을 더 열어

City pulse city pulse
속도를 올려 feel the rush
City pulse city pulse
오늘 밤은 all for us

Left right slide
차갑게 빛나는 drive
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

City pulse city pulse
기분은 높게 volume up
City pulse city pulse
멈추기엔 너무 young

Turn switch fly
기억에 남을 tonight
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

Black jacket soft bass
Good vibe no waste
I see the city on your face
Every second finds its place

핸들 위에 얹은 손
리듬 따라 가는 선
바람이 지나가면
웃음이 먼저 터져

[Rap]
Okay shift it
밤의 온도 lift it
Too smooth don’t miss it
우리 둘만 fit it

속도는 올라가도
머리는 차갑게 둬
Fun mode control
우린 선을 알고 go

Turn left turn right
작은 길도 feels nice
No noise just style
웃어 봐 one more mile

천천히 올라가는 speed
But we keep it clean
너와 나의 timing
딱 맞아 like a dream

숨이 조금 뜨거워져
Bass가 몸을 밀어
말은 짧게 눈은 길게
이 밤을 더 열어

City pulse city pulse
속도를 올려 feel the rush
City pulse city pulse
오늘 밤은 all for us

Left right slide
차갑게 빛나는 drive
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

City pulse city pulse
기분은 높게 volume up
City pulse city pulse
멈추기엔 너무 young

Turn switch fly
기억에 남을 tonight
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

잠깐만 속도를 낮춰
이 순간을 더 봐줘
급하지 않아도 돼
우린 이미 충분해

If you laugh I know
If I smile you know
다음 길이 열리면
다시 올라가 let’s go

[Final Chorus]
City pulse city pulse
속도를 올려 feel the rush
City pulse city pulse
오늘 밤은 all for us

Left right slide
차갑게 빛나는 drive
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

City pulse city pulse
기분은 높게 volume up
City pulse city pulse
멈추기엔 너무 young

Turn switch fly
기억에 남을 tonight
City pulse city pulse
We ride we ride we ride

시동은 켜져
기분은 더 커져
City pulse
We ride we ride

Footsteps linger where rivers bend
The weight we carry begins to mend
Every crack in the earth reveals
The hidden strength that time conceals

Raise your voice the silence fades
We’re the makers of brighter days
Through the storm and through the dust
We’ll rebuild what we entrust

We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies

Shadows stretch but cannot stay
We carve a path come what may
With steady hands we shape the stone
This is the place we call our own

Raise your voice the silence fades
We’re the makers of brighter days
Through the storm and through the dust
We’ll rebuild what we entrust

We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies

No more waiting for a sign
We are the spark the new design
Every heartbeat a drum of change
A rhythm fierce a future unchained

Stillness settles then takes its leave
What we sow we’ll soon believe
With open arms we face the tide
A journey shared side by side

We are more than what we’ve seen
Drawing colors from the gray between
Every fall a chance to rise
A second sun in the open skies

Tomorrow sings in voices clear
A melody we hold so near
Step by step the dawn will show
All we are and all we’ll know

Yeah yeah
Mm listen now
We don’t slow down tonight

Sun drop low on the city line
Heart beat sync with the bass this time
No map no rules no rewind
We move as one no border signs

I came up from the rhythm street
Barefoot dreams and a hungry beat
Every scar got a story loud
Every move say I’m here right now

When the drums talk I obey
Feel it rise under my skin
No fear when the lights go red
This is where we begin

Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Eh eh eh
Move it closer
Eh eh eh
Right here

Gold chain swing with the tempo fast
Every step make the moment last
DJ spin that truth so loud
From Lagos nights to the London crowd

No sleep when the vibe too strong
Whole world sing when the hook come on
If you feel lost follow sound
This beat gonna hold you down

When the drums talk I obey
Feel it rise under my skin
No fear when the lights go red
This is where we begin

Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Hands up no delay
From the block to the cabana
Left foot right foot sway
We don’t need no permission

Heat jump crowd reply
Every face got a reason
One night one time
Let the rhythm make the decision

Moto moto fire on the floor
Songa mbele give me more
Twende pamoja don’t let go
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Moto moto hear them say
Maisha ni sasa now not someday
Body talk when the words say no
Tonight we burn tonight we glow

Yeah
We don’t slow down
Mm
Africa to the world