Slow Burn in the Bay by. James Kirkland & Maze Mobley

Chorus

Good days pass, bad days drag

Ugly truths in a world gone mad

We stay faded, city move slow

Nothing pretty, but that’s the code

Chorus

Good days pass, bad days drag

Ugly truths in a world gone mad

We stay faded, city move slow

Nothing pretty, but that’s the code

Verse 2

Rolling down Filmore, blunt half lit

Crooked ass streets, peep the bullshit

OGs mixing pain with the gin

Whole block changed, still the same sin

Stuck between corners, I post with the crew

See kids wildin’ like we used to do

Can’t save nobody, got pain I conceal

Cash in my sock and a dream that ain’t real

Pre-Chorus

Fog cover wounds, keep a low profile

Hustle don’t sleep, mind running wild

Stack what you can, don’t trust no smile

City made me cold, been here for a while

Chorus

Good days pass, bad days drag

Ugly truths in a world gone mad

We stay faded, city move slow

Nothing pretty, but that’s the code

Verse 3: (Female Vocal)

Full moon watching, light leak on the Bay

Text from the past, I left it on gray

Heart on freeze, cuffed to the mess

Same old city, but say less

Baggy sweats, my dreams in a knot

Blunt in my lips, fuck it, I plot

Life keep taxing, struggle my rent

Hood taught love, but respect what’s spent

Duet Bridge: (Both)

Late night rides, silence set the tone

No maps for lost kids finding their own home

Spotlights flicker, this game take its toll

Can’t fix what’s broke, we play our roles

Chorus

Good days pass, bad days drag

Ugly truths in a world gone mad

We stay faded, city move slow

Nothing pretty, but that’s the code

Verse 4: (Talkbox Effect)

Pages torn out, writing on the curb

Lessons I learned, some I ain’t deserve

Dirty hoodie, new scars on my sleeve

Reading my fate in this rolled-up leaf

Poetry’s cheap, rent due—fuck stress

Nothing romantic in fighting for less

Sidewalk prose, rain tapping on my shoes

Heavy with the truth, but I’m numb to the news

Outro

City hum low, mind drift through fog

Stories unwind, penned in my monologue

Ain’t no fairytales, just nights we survive

Keep it unspoken, just trying to get by