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🤖 Música composta e produzida por Inteligência Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Backseat echoes, city lights blur fast, Corners where the past was built to last. Cracked sidewalks, faded signs and bars, Stories painted under neon scars. Snapping street dramas, whispers in the haze, Rust in every chain, lost youth’s maze. Window down, feel the cold bite and sting, Old hood’s rhythm still makes my heart sing. [Pre-Chorus] Every block a lifeline, every face a tale, Riding through the night, chasing winds that wail. [Chorus] Backseat memories, rolling deep in the dark, Telling tales of the nights that left their mark. City breathing hard, shadows play their part, Backseat memories, etched into my heart. [Verse] Streetlamps flicker, casting frames of time, Echoes from the gutter, a gritty rhyme. Every alley hides a secret, every step a fight, Steel and soul clashing in the neon light. Weave through the tales that the paved roads spun, Lessons learned hard when you’re young on the run. Cab’s engine hums a soundtrack of the lost, Old neighborhood tales, no matter the cost. [Pre-Chorus] Every block a lifeline, every face a tale, Riding through the night, chasing winds that wail. [Chorus] Backseat memories, rolling deep in the dark, Telling tales of the nights that left their mark. City breathing hard, shadows play their part, Backseat memories, etched into my heart. [Bridge] Quiet now, hear the silence break, Ghosts of the streets, no time to fake. Grime and glory stitched in every mile, Ride the past’s pulse, sharp and wild. [Chorus] Backseat memories, rolling deep in the dark, Telling tales of the nights that left their mark. City breathing hard, shadows play their part, Backseat memories, etched into my heart. [Outro] Fading city lights, but the story stays, Backseat witness to my harder days. One last glance through the window’s frame, Old neighborhood whispers call my name.

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