Lyrics
The chip on your pre-paid debit card was peeling back, a tiny flag.
You swiped it twice more at that Texaco, pulling from an empty bag.
That August humidity stuck to the glass, a permanent kind of sweat.
I watched you count out ones and quarters for the gas, a bet against a debt.
You were staring at the dashboard lights, a constellation of what's broke,
I was mapping out the tow yards in my head, a private, bitter joke.
You had that look, that high-rev engine sound before the piston seizes,
trying to outrun the rust, the slow decay, the little paper creases.
[Chorus]
You saw the whole schematic, I just saw the next red light.
You knew all the right keys, I just knew how to make the damn lock bite.
You wanted clean fuel, premium, the stuff that burns without a trace,
I was just tryna keep the gaskets from blowing all over the place.
[Verse 2]
Remember that flatbed call in Morningside, up past the golf-course gate?
We pulled that new black Benz out of a ditch, it was getting kind of late.
The house smelled like clean laundry and lemon cleaner, a different atmosphere.
You tracked in mud, she never said a word, just pointed, 'over here'.
Her kid was watching cartoons on a screen bigger than my whole damn bed,
She handed you a fifty for a two-hundred-dollar job instead.
'Keep the change,' she said, didn't even make eye contact.
Something in your jawline tightened then, a hairline fracture, a new pact.
[Chorus]
You saw the whole schematic, I just saw the next red light.
You knew all the right keys, I just knew how to make the damn lock bite.
You wanted clean fuel, premium, the stuff that burns without a trace,
I was just tryna keep the gaskets from blowing all over the place.
[Bridge]
Is it the pressure or the seal? The engine or the road?
Just a question I keep turning over, trying to lighten up the load.
You said the difference was the timing, a half a turn from grace,
but the bolt just keeps on spinning now, stripped clean right in its place.
[Outro]
(a cappella)
They said the torque spec was ninety foot-pounds… you went for ninety-one.
About Deacon Keyz
Deacon Keyz learned to play piano in his grandmother's East Atlanta church, but life had other plans. At 18, the birth of his daughter Maya put his musical dreams on hold for a decade of warehouse shifts and late-night tow truck runs. His music is made in the hours after she's asleep, blending sanctified organ loops with the sound of the city he navigates every day. These are lullabies from the…
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