(Intro)
Lighter clicks — ash falls like rain,
Low gravel whisper carving out my name. (ad-lib: yeah, ayy)
A distant siren two blocks off wails — heartbeat metronome.
This is the voice that learned to breathe in chrome.
(Verse 1)
Creak of the floorboard on Kralja Petra at midnight,
Leather coat, heavy step, alley echo holds the fight.
Matchstick glows, shadow throws, cigar smoke frames the line,
Concrete choir hums — the city teaches us to rhyme.
Footsteps tap a pattern like a kick drum in the rain,
Glass breaks, a dog barks, my voice answers back again.
I speak in clipped consonants, vowels stained with coal,
Every word a pocket-knife, every phrase a roll call.
(Pre-Chorus)
We move like whispers that grow into roars,
Counting heartbeat beats, palms stained with chores.
From the corner where the neon folds, we rise —
Hands linked, low light, steady eyes. (ad-lib: steady)
(Chorus — Hook)
Night is ours. (Night is ours)
Night is ours. (Night is ours)
Night is ours. (repeat, build)
(Verse 2)
Remember Vuk on the second night — he kept the door,
When they circled for my voice, he gave me three seconds more.
Paper tickets, torn set-lists, cassette hiss in the dark,
We learned how to breathe loud where the city left its mark.
Siren slides past like a sigh, tires sing on wet tar,
My rhyme holds the map of where we came from — and where we are.
A rusted bench, a pawned guitar, the echo of a vow,
Loyalty stamped in chipped glass — we wear it like a crown.
(Pre-Chorus — Build)
Now the whispers stack into a chorus of steel,
The lighter sparks the sky, the bass makes the world kneel.
We trade our fears for bars, our scars for the mic,
Hold tight, take flight — tonight we write. (ad-lib: write it)
(Chorus — Hook)
Night is ours. (Night is ours)
Night is ours. (Night is ours)
Night is ours.
(Bridge)
Steps sync to a metronome of broken streetlamps,
Call-and-response — me and Vuk, echoes in the camps.
A memory: glass in the gutter like stars we couldn't claim,
I spit the truth, they spit fire — nothing here is tame.
Close-up: breath fogs the window, my voice raw and cracked,
You can hear the city listen — every alley, every track.
(Ad-lib doubles, call-response)
"Say my name" — "Say my name" — we answer with one sound,
From a whisper to a roar, from a scrape to a crown.
(Chorus — Final, Layered)
Night is ours. (Night is ours — yeah)
Night is ours. (Night is ours — come on)
Night is ours. (we hold night — we hold night)
Night is ours. (repeat and fade)
(Outro)
Lighter dies — ash settles like a memory,
The siren fades, the street exhales — the night gives me my remedy.
Keep the rhythm in your pockets, the hook under your scars,
When the sun breaks the promise, remember: Night is ours. (whisper)
(Production & Vocal Notes — for studio)
- Tempo: 90 BPM (aim 85–95 for flexibility).
- Feel: heavy low-end (808 punch), sparse piano/strings for tension, tight snare, clap fills.
- Arrangement: intro sparse (lighter clicks, distant siren, subtle reversed piano), full
