Backseat Daydreams

[Verse 1]
Feet on the dash
Phone on mute
Sun in my lap
Mind in the booth
Late bus ride
Same old route
Whole life wide
Through a cracked sunroof
Scrollin’ past wins
That I never chased
Talkin’ big dreams
With this minimum wage
Laugh till it hurts
Hide every rage
Mama said, "Work"
Heart said, "Stage"
[Chorus]
I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (yeah)
Whole world small in a cracked screen (uh)
Head in the sky, bills in my jeans
Still I ride, still I ride
I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (daydreams)
Turnin’ all the “maybe” to “might be” (might be)
Life in the lines you don’t quite read
Still I ride, still I ride
[Verse 2]
Two-stop trip
Turn to a plan
Notes app list
Whole life in my hand
Name on a flyer
Crowd in a chant
Right now it’s quiet
But I still rehearse that
Talk big talk
To this bus window
Fog my thoughts
Let the fear get low
If the next stop’s mine
I’ma step out slow
But I already know
I ain’t goin’ back home
[Chorus]
I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (yeah)
Whole world small in a cracked screen (uh)
Head in the sky, bills in my jeans
Still I ride, still I ride
I’m just catchin’ these backseat daydreams (daydreams)
Turnin’ all the “maybe” to “might be” (might be)
Life in the lines you don’t quite read
Still I ride, still I ride

rap, Laid-back boom-bap groove with warm sampled keys and a lazy swung drum pocket; male vocals floating in a conversational flow. Hook opens up with stacked melodic ad-libs and subtle bass swells, verses stay drier and closer to the mic. Occasional washed-out vocal chops and vinyl crackle for vibe, with a late-song drop in drums for a half-bar reset before the final chorus., hip hop