[Verse 1] Grass stains On my shins again Chain grease On my little hands Handlebars Wobbling down the hill Laughing so hard We could barely still stand Flip-flops Hanging off one toe Backpacks On the neighbor’s porch Screen door Slam, “be back by dark” We were racing the sun Like a finish-line torch [Chorus] Back before the streetlights We were out all day Riding in circles Now it all feels far away Faded like a Polaroid Colors start to blur But I still feel the wind Every time I think of her (yeah) Back before the streetlights Calling out our names Sticky little fingers From the red cup lemonade Wish that I could rewind Hit that old side street Hear the pebbles popping Under tiny feet [Verse 2] Sidewalk Chalk on both our knees Hopscotch Boxes in the heat Mixtapes Leaking from your room Through a cracked screen window Like a secret beat Mailbox Goalpost, winner stays Trash can Half-court, fadeaway First crush On the cul-de-sac You wrote your name in dust On my back brake [Chorus] Back before the streetlights We were out all day Riding in circles Now it all feels far away Faded like a Polaroid Colors start to blur But I still feel the wind Every time I think of her (oh) Back before the streetlights Calling out our names Sticky little fingers From the red cup lemonade Wish that I could rewind Hit that old side street Hear the pebbles popping Under tiny feet [Bridge] All those summers On repeat Trading secrets Trading seats Handlebar hearts We could barely draw Still I see us Through the film of it all (mm) [Chorus] Back before the streetlights We were out all day Riding in circles Now it all feels far away Faded like a Polaroid Colors start to blur But I still feel the wind Every time I think of her Back before the streetlights Glowing at the end Saying “see you tomorrow” ’Cause goodbyes never end Wish that I could rewind Coast back down that street Hear the clack of spokes Under tiny feet

rap, Y2K pop/R&B blend at 96 BPM: warm synth pads and glittery bell arps, clap-heavy drums with a soft bounce, gentle female vocals in the pocket. Verses stay intimate with plucky keys and filtered pads; choruses blossom with airy harmonies, subtle vocoder layers, and a brighter bell hook. Light hip-hop swing on the drums, soft low-end, and a hazy tape-style master for that faded polaroid nostalgia., warm, r&b, hip-hop, light, soft, pop

Back Before the Streetlights