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zarvex - l train last stop lyrics

[intro: male voice]
every city got a subway line
but only one turn a quiet kid
into somebody who sleep with one eye open
and keep a weapon close just in case
l line…
last stop to bushwick
if you ever rode this b+tch at 3 a.m.,
you know why my heartbeat sound like metal on metal
you mother f+ckers should be greatful, you dont reside in my hood, punk ass mother f+ckers

[verse 1: male voice]
i hopped that l from union square with pockets dirty, dreams crooked
hoodie tight, conscience tighter, paranoia cookin’
sat in the last car, back on smeared glass
scannin’ every face like they tied to my past
tourists half+dead from clubs, hipsters scrollin’ playlists
but wolves like me read posture and shifts
we slide in the tunnel, lights buzzin’ out
that fl!cker remind me what bushwick about
every screech trigger memories on loop—
ops chasin’, cops twistin’ truth
my hand rest on metal in my coat pocket
a cold little promise in case death try to lock it
saw a dude pull knife by the door
just air slashin’, but it shook my core
girl pretendin’ not to see, eyes on ads
safe+place people always act like that
me?
i ain’t blink
i just watched, calculatin’
readin’ lies, gaugin’ patience
when you from bushwick, you don’t ride for views—
you ride ready, no room to lose
[hook: male voice]
l train last stop heartbeat hittin’ my chest
every station past broadway feel like fate in a test
you ain’t never rode back to bushwick at night under stress
if you think this just transit, you don’t know the rest

[verse 2: male voice]
by lorimer the vibe twist darker
like every lost soul breathin’ harder
kids with red eyes jump in laughin’ to numb pain
but their laughs crack like a window in rain
montrose flash me back—
duckin’ through that station with a stash
plainclothes on my heels, badge barely hid
takin’ stairs like survival forbid
morgan got murals and art on the wall
but i see a ghost of a homie who missed his last call
he rapped dreams on that platform floor
died over jealousy—bushwick keep score
at jefferson white kids hop on talkin’ rent and scenes
my mind stuck in corners between
i get a text:
“ops outside your building.”
heartbeat shift, chest pressure building
but bushwick rules say don’t panic off rumors—
move thoughtful, precise, trauma consumers
dekalb remind me of the first time i froze
an enemy starin’, both of us chose
to keep hands down ‘cause cameras all around
but that silence still made a deadly sound
next day we settled it the brooklyn way—
one walked shaky, the other walked away
[hook: male voice]
l train last stop heartbeat hittin’ my chest
every station past broadway feel like fate in a test
you ain’t never rode back to bushwick at night under stress
if you think this just transit, you don’t know the rest

[verse 3: male voice]
conductor mutter “next stop—halsey,”
my soul brace for bushwick costly
lights fl!cker again like the train doubt itself
my reflection glitchin’ like a lost self
who is that?
kid who dreamed sneakers?
or grown man who saw bodies on speakers?
tunnel feel like a confession booth
except here sins chase you
not the other way in truth
i rode this line with contraband deep
warrants in my jacket, no chance for sleep
some nights i stared at floors holdin’ tears
some nights prayed past my dead+end fears
not to god—
but to brooklyn itself
beggin’ the block for one more day of health
l train taught me how to measure a man—
not by size or talk
but who don’t break when darkness land
[verse 4: male voice]
doors open at my stop
that hiss cold as regret
night air thick with weed smoke, rain, threat
bushwick stare back as i step to the street
like “you made it tonight—let’s see if you repeat.”
streets quiet but loaded
every shadow a coin toss
every window a witness
every silence a loss
i fix my hood, set pride straight
hand in pocket where steel wait
walkin’ that platform feel holy and grim
like signin’ for survival on a razor’s rim
i breathe in the block—
fried food, danger, rain
feel the neighborhood rewiring my brain
people dream beach views, perfect news—
i dream of reachin’ home without bad clues
one day i might leave
trade the l for a plane
but bushwick in my blood like a permanent stain
till then this train my teacher
my curse
my echo
my verse

[hook: male voice]
l train last stop heartbeat hittin’ my chest
every station past broadway feel like fate in a test
you ain’t never rode back to bushwick at night under stress
if you think this just transit, you don’t know the rest

[outro: male voice]
from union square lights
to the dark breath of bushwick sky…
the l line taught me survival
by showin’ every way i could die
and i’m still ridin’
still breathin’
for now

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