Cold Open, Warm Pressure

Came and wiped the room, still knew my name

Little paper cuts in the light, I wear this dream

Coffee black runners in a sky that won't move

I keep it low, keep it slow, find a way through

I'm just tryna breathe in the middle of it all

Hands in my pockets, letting the heartbeats fall

The world get loud, I let the vinyl crackle

Hot on a lean, but I don't lose my balance

Late night windows with the city in hate

Warm prose, flow it like a memory on praise

I've been bruised by the hours till I cloud on time

Soft knock, drums in my chest, steady in the climb

Loose-lipped truth with faded edge

Never too polished, I just walk the ledge

If the knife feels heavy, I'll make you mine

Slow speak faith in a borrowed shine

I'm just tryna breathe in the middle of it all

Hands in my pockets, letting hard days fall

The world get loud, I let the vinyl crackle

Heart on a lean, but I don't lose my balance

No rush, no fix, just a whole lot of fame

Still here, still moving, still carrying the same