Turnstile

(Verse 1)
Stepped in like smoke, no trace, no chain,
Left fingerprints on glass, not nameplates, no claim.
It wasn’t love, just a phase in a loop,
Like vinyl spins back—same sound, new truth.
Shared a silence that talked more than words,
Woke up in echoes, no future confirmed.
Wasn’t promised, wasn’t fate, wasn’t mine to define,
Just a flicker in the dark, not a permanent sign.
(Hook)
This ain’t hold, this a moment on loan,
No locks, no leash, just vibes we condone.
Not yours, not mine, we just passin’ through space,
Every heartbeat’s a rental, not a place to stay.
Turnstile lovin’, yeah, we all take turns,
Fire with no flame, still we all get burned.
(Verse 2)
No titles, no scripts, no roles to rehearse,
No chapters—just lines that we scribble and curse.
Touch fades like dusk when the light’s on retreat,
And we both knew the clock wasn’t built to repeat.
Kept the mask on, never asked for the core,
Only fools fall deep through an unlocked door.
It was rhythm, not roots. It was breeze, not breeze home,
Just the echo of a name you don’t keep on your phone.
(Hook – repeat)
This ain’t hold, this a moment on loan...
(Outro)
So don’t mourn what was never meant to stay,
Just remember how the night bowed before the day.
Turnstile, baby—entry comes with a price,
But leaving? That’s always been the way of this life.

Rap/R&B/Pop