[Verse] Black coupe glides through the glow of the alleyway, Mural eyes watch me pass, no words, just shade and delay. Closed shop signs blink like dead stars in the haze, I roll through the streets where the silence speaks my name. [Pre-Chorus] Headlights cut through the haze, no one around, Every turn’s a memory I can’t be found. Velvet shadows kiss the paint, no need to speak— I’m already gone, but still I’m here, still weak. [Chorus] Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” [Verse] Tire marks in the rain write my old name, Streetlights flicker like a heartbeat gone insane. No one calls, no one cares, no one sees— Just the hum of steel, and the weight of what I keep. [Pre-Chorus] Headlights cut through the haze, no one around, Every turn’s a memory I can’t be found. Velvet shadows kiss the paint, no need to speak— I’m already gone, but still I’m here, still weak. [Chorus] Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” [Bridge] No sirens tonight, no echo in the street, Just the low growl of the engine, like a vow I can’t repeat. I don’t need a name, I don’t need a crown— I’m a shadow with a rhythm, and I walk this town. [Chorus] Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” Rollin’ past the ghosts of what we used to be, Copper sky, no moon, just me and the keys. Closed storefronts hum the tune I used to sing, Black coupe whispering, “You’re still alive... still king.” [Outro] Still alive… still king… Black coupe fades in the blue— No name, no trace. Just the beat. Just the glow. Just me.