Yeah, we glide in that midnight groove,

Glowing city lights reflect the hustle I prove.

[Verse 1

I’m posted low-key, let the oldies spin,

Cloud drifts from the blunt, let the story begin.

Flick the ashes slow while the bassline knocks,

Still tipping through the block, no time on the clocks.

My cousin caught a case, tried to chase them dreams,

Now the corner store flickers like the city’s schemes.

But I keep it in motion, swirling smoke and hope,

Every puff holds a prayer in this green kaleidoscope.

[Hook

We gon’ roll that leaf, let the rhythm seduce,

Smooth talk, west coast walk—ain’t no excuse.

In the haze of the night, I find that truth,

This ain’t just smoke, it’s my gin and juice.

[Verse 2

I rock khakis and a wide grin, a dogg on a mission,

Cruisin’ behind the beat, that’s my daily tradition.

The city stares back with them red-eyed glances,

But I’m posted in the cut, smooth talk romances.

Memory’s a keyhole, each puff sets me free,

I see me and my brother runnin’ wild at three.

Now the sirens sing low like a crooked lullaby,

But these neon nights keep my head in the sky.

[Bridge

I’m dippin’ through the chaos, calm in my lane,

With the top rolled back, let the moon explain.

She sees it all—the hustle, the heartbreak,

But we stay afloat, never let the soul break.

[Hook

Roll that leaf, let the rhythm seduce,

Smooth talk, west coast walk—ain’t no excuse.

In the haze of the night, I find that truth,

This ain’t just smoke, it’s my gin and juice.

[Outro

Hands steady on the wheel, heart heavy but real,

Every verse that I spill helps the city to heal.

Cali breeze in my lungs, that vibe can’t lose,

Long as I ride with the tide, I’m payin’ my dues.