2026 
Black Honda
thirteen years old, thirty in his bones. five dollars in his pocket, nothing else. the backseat of a car, a streetlight flickering above it like it couldn't make up its mind. someone in the front seat taught him how to hold his ground before he knew what ground he was standing on. somewhere down the road, a door closes on someone he loves. the door doesn't open when it's supposed to. it just finds new locks. that's the way it works, once they have you, they don't let go, they just change the reason. Rudy walks the same street later. same flickering light, different door. it takes him a long time to find the handle. when it finally opens, there's no music, no crowd waiting. just him, standing in the light.
credits
oli oxen producer keith alva producer mike post mixer will borza mastering
lyrics
13 going on 30 Got 5 dollars in my name In the backseat of a honda Just tryna fill my lungs up Ain't no nepo babies No ivy league Chicana jaina in the front seat “Listen kid, got a problem?
Tell ya how to finish it - Fists up, chest pumped, take a breath and finish it” There’s unicorn dust in the front seat They’re pulling you over Whatchu gonna do? “Just two years, Ain't no big deal You can write me when you need me I’ll be right here” I’ve been writing I’ve been scheming I’ve been thinking what we’re gonna do When the man stops making a business out of you Most lies we know They hide in dirt Just to let em grow Showin up with a glow up Taking everything I learned with me “Hey man, hey man” Naw you can’t have it Know you want it Get the feeling when you see it It’s been ten years, I know I feel it every time you wanna show It’s been ten years, I know I feel it every time when I’m alone