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Papaoute 1 by Y

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Papaoute 1

Contemporary R&B,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Low lights, midnight hum, city breathing slow
Dashboard glow, your name in my phone
A tape of memories, a hush in the stereo
I drive and I replay everything you told me
(Verse 1)
Two AM on Lakeshore, rain on the windshield
You called, said “Don’t move,” and the whole block held still
We watched the overpass like stars on a billboard
You laughed at my plans, smoked a cigarette I can’t afford
Late-night diners, quarter coffee, your hand in my coat
You said, “When it gets heavy, lean — don't float.”
Concrete confessions, the streetlamp flicks your outline
Those small-saved vows turned quiet nights into lifelines
(Pre-Chorus)
I used to hide the fear behind smiles and closed doors
Now I trade my shotgun silence for letters on the floor
You caught my worst, the past I tucked in the glovebox
Said, “If you break, I’ll gather all the scattered clocks.”
(Chorus)
Papaoute, you turned my nights to skyline
(Verse 2)
Remember the traffic jam by 4th and Pine? You slept in my coat
We argued, then you hummed the song I used to quote
I missed calls for two weeks — studio lights, false crescents
You left a sticky note on my mirror: “come back present”
We rode the 3AM bus, laughing at cheap perfume
You drew tiny maps in my palm to the moon
The alley with spilled paint, the corner store fight
You held my hoodie, said, “We’ll be alright.”
(Pre-Chorus 2)
There were nights I chased promises that glowed like store signs
Chasing headlines, fast lanes, and hollow designs
You sent one voice memo: quiet, worn, it cracked me free
“Don't trade our seasons for a momentary marquee.”
(Chorus)
Papaoute, you turned my nights to skyline
(Bridge)
I almost sold our winter for a summer that burns out quick
Signed lines on dotted dreams, felt my compass shift
You watched me pack bags for stages and late flights
At the last green light you stepped into my headlights
“I've been your calm,” you said plain, no fame on your tongue
“You're more than applause, more than what's sung.”
I folded the contract, kept the tape of your laugh
We walked back through the rain and rewrote the graph
(Chorus)
Papaoute, you turned my nights to skyline
(Outro)
City wakes slow, but your echo stays bright
From backseat confessions to dawn’s quiet light
One line in my chest that guides me home each time
Papaoute, you turned my nights to skyline