Halo

Lyrics

[Intro - dark 808s rolling under smoky Rhodes, whispered female ad-libs low in the mix]
Yeah… runnin’ on fumes and faith…
Atlanta don’t sleep, it just waits…

[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats slicing, deep 808s, gritty female rap-sung vocals, half-whispered delivery]
Fifteen-hour shift, blood on these scrubs,
Brother’s fifteen, streets already tug.
Bartend ‘til two, tips barely pay light,
Dream of that clinic gettin’ crushed every night.
Gentrify the block, erase what we built,
One wrong step and the city gon’ tilt.
He said “quick run,” I smelled the trap,
Now time’s a gun and the trigger’s clapped.

[Pre-Chorus - sidechained bass swell, layered harmonies building tension]
They took him, they took him,
I’m knockin’ on hell with both fists.
Kade Banks in that velvet room,
Smilin’ like sin in a three-piece fit.

[Chorus - massive 808 drop, distorted soulful female belts, full aggressive energy]
Six months, fake smiles, cameras flash,
I’ll play your queen if you pay that tab.
Fuck with my blood and the deal is dust,
Touch what I love and I’m spillin’ blood.
Halo on my head, target on my back,
Love in this city gon’ get you whacked.
But I’ll burn with you if the fire is true,
Kade, don’t make me regret savin’ you.

[Verse 2 - darker trap drums, pitched aggressive rap, heavy low-end]
Events in silk, your hand on my waist,
Enemies watchin’ like I’m the ace.
Late-night talks turn to liquor and truth,
Your empire’s cracks show under the suit.
They call you polished, I call you danger,
Kiss for the press, but the hunger’s stranger.
Fingers linger, scripts start slippin’,
Your mouth on mine got the city trippin’.

[Bridge - stripped, moody Rhodes and sparse 808, vulnerable yet heated female vocal]
Shit, I wasn’t supposed to feel this,
Wasn’t supposed to want your kiss.
You’re every red flag wrapped in cash,
Still I’m runnin’ toward the crash.

[Chorus - massive drop return, layered distorted belts, full band energy]
Six months, fake smiles, cameras flash,
I’ll play your queen if you pay that tab.
Fuck with my blood and the deal is dust,
Touch what I love and I’m spillin’ blood.
Halo on my head, target on my back,
Love in this city gon’ get you whacked.
But I’ll burn with you if the fire is true,
Kade, don’t make me regret savin’ you.

[Outro - fading ethereal pads, reverb-drenched whispered vocals over rolling 808 tail]
Halo or target…
Which one you wearin’ tonight?
Which one you wearin’…