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Rearview of You 2 by Code Infinity

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Rearview of You 2 by Code Infinity - Hip Hop music cover art

Rearview of You 2

Hip Hop

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Late night on NH8, jacket warm on the passenger seat. Cracked taillight blinkin' like the heart I couldn't keep.
Chai Stahlstein, corner vendor calls my name, Old Knicks tape on the radio, your laugh and the flame. Neon sign flickers tenderly where we used to park, Your scarf on the backseat, fingerprints in the dark, Engine hums a metronome counting losses in miles,
I trace your last goodbye in the curve of streetlight tiles.
Hands on the wheel, breath numbs in the cool night air, A whisper in Punjabi, main tenor, bool na sakta, hangs there. The city folds around me, every stop a memory queue, I tighten my grip cause the rearview keeps showing you.
Right through shadows, rearview full of you. Right through shadows, rearview full of you.
Dashboard lit like a shrine, your name in my phone's glow. A cracked taillight like a tear in the snapshot of our road. Late night samosa on the curb, the roadside boy still sings. A hairy envy ring torn from a friend, yadava say it stings.
Roll under the scent, the fiddle whispers where we kissed. Your street food steam mixes with the smoke of what I miss. I grind the silence, internal rhymes on a broken beat. Every stop sign reads your silhouette in the empty seat.
Hands on the wheel, breath numbs in the cool night air. A line in Hindi on my tongue, terry kosh boohay everywhere. City hums our story, every signal flips to blue. I breathe, I drive cause the rearview keeps showing you.
Right through shadows, rearview full of you. Right through shadows, rearview full of you.
80 on the dash but my thoughts slow-mo, heavy like tar, beat knocks like main on the roof of my car. Multisyllable pain, internal rain, I rearrange names, you laugh in my lane.
The fame of our flame stays the same, tight syllable counts, grip snap on the snare hit. Warm sub bass, hard beat, piano keys spill and split. Flute sample floats over dull, across city.
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