Steel in the rain
Cold on my tongue
Count every step
Then the run begun
Slide through the fog with the back door cracked
White-knuckle grip on a black-on-black
Three deep low in the van that hums
No talk just eyes and the plan and drums
Snap of the latch then the floorboard shakes
Old scar map and a few close calls
Name on my chest but the face stays blurred
Move too fast let the rumor talk
Run it back run it back
Black van echo
Run it back run it back
Hear that shadow
Run it back run it back
We don't fold we go
Black van echo
Black van echo
Pack full of weight and a pocket of heat
Ice on the wrist and a beat-up sleeve
One wrong move and the whole thing swings
So I talk in codes and I cut my strings
Streetlights flash on the busted side
Pulse like strobe on a midnight ride
Blood in the jaw still I keep that grin
If the crown want smoke then let it spin
Run it back run it back
Black van echo
Run it back run it back
Hear that shadow
Run it back run it back
We don't fold we go
Black van echo
Black van echo
Hold that breath
Hear the chain
One more turn
Then break the frame
No retreat
No sleep no show
Just that dark
And the engine low
Run it back run it back
Black van echo
Run it back run it back
Hear that shadow
Run it back run it back
We don't fold we go
Black van echo
Black van echo
Steel in the rain
Cold on my tongue
When the van cuts out
We already won
