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[Verse] Concrete still warm from the heat of our fight, Sneakers scuffed, got my pride tucked tight. Walked past the bodega, bought a single rose, Petals red like the blood I still know. No time for tears, no room for lies, Got a key in my pocket, I’m racing the skies. Traffic lights blink like old regrets, One minute late and I’m out of my debts. [Pre-Chorus] They said ā€œshe’s too cold,ā€ But I’m warm where it counts— Packed my heart in a paper bag, And I’m running through town. [Chorus] Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, Flower in my hand, don’t you stop. This ain’t no love letter, this is a war, But I’m bringing peace through cracked doors. Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, One bloom for the past, one step for the block. I don’t need no pardon— I’m making my own walk. [Verse] Used to think love was a gun in my chest, Now it’s a rose on the front seat, breathless, unpressed. The same block’s watching, same eyes in the dark, But I’m not the same girl they used to mark. No grand gestures, no long speeches, Just this red in my grip and my heart in its breeches. Traffic’s heavy, but I’m not slow— I’m not the storm, I’m the afterglow. [Pre-Chorus] They said ā€œshe’s too cold,ā€ But I’m warm where it counts— Packed my heart in a paper bag, And I’m running through town. [Chorus] Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, Flower in my hand, don’t you stop. This ain’t no love letter, this is a war, But I’m bringing peace through cracked doors. Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, One bloom for the past, one step for the block. I don’t need no pardon— I’m making my own walk. [Bridge] They don’t know the weight of a stem in my palm, Or how silence can be the softest alarm. I could’ve screamed, I could’ve ran, But I chose the rose— And I’m coming home. [Chorus] Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, Flower in my hand, don’t you stop. This ain’t no love letter, this is a war, But I’m bringing peace through cracked doors. Red and rushing, I’m on the clock, One bloom for the past, one step for the block. I don’t need no pardon— I’m making my own walk. [Outro] Red and rushing… On the clock… Flower in my hand… Don’t you stop…

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