Lyric

Yeah…

Brooklyn, midnight

Paint on my fingers

Wind on the rooftops

You do your thing

I do mine

No questions asked

I got a wall full of colors, got a head full of schemes

Got a city full of faces and a pocket full of dreams

From the corner to the rooftop, from the subway to the sky

Everybody’s got a story, everybody’s asking why

There’s a kid with a crooked smile, always running late

Got a talent for arriving when the trouble’s at the gate

He can slip through every doorway, leave the cameras seeing ghosts

But he still can’t find his homework when he needs it most

Man, I don’t ask where he’s going, I don’t ask where he’s been

I don’t need to read the chapter just to know the book he’s in

He don’t ask about my paintings, don’t go digging through my past

We just nod across the sidewalk like the moment’s built to last

No report, no interrogation, no invitation to explain

No need to put a label on a friendship or a name

You can keep your little secrets, I can keep a few of mine

If the night gets complicated, we’ll be there right on time

We don’t have to talk it over

We don’t have to make a vow

You don’t need to tell me everything

I know enough by now

No questions asked, no promises made

Just two shadows dancing in the city we made

You take the long road, I’ll paint the sky

If you ever need me, I won’t ask why

No chains, no claims, no words to defend

Not every brother needs to call you a friend

When the whole world turns its back on you

I’ll be right there — like I always do

Now check it, I paint a picture with a pressure and a rhythm

Put a message in the concrete, let the whole block listen

Got a thousand little colors, got a million different ways

To tell a city full of strangers that we’re more than yesterday

He’s a blur in the night with a plan in his head

I’m a name on the wall that the rain hasn’t read

Different routes, different rules, different codes that we follow

He can chase down tomorrow, I can paint over sorrow

And I know what you’re thinking, “Man, what’s the connection?”

No matching uniforms, no formal introduction

No dramatic little speech about the meaning of the bond

Just a glance, just a nod, then we’re already gone

I don’t need his confession, he don’t need my history

Trust ain’t a courtroom, don’t put it on a registry

You can know someone’s heartbeat without knowing every scar

Sometimes the closest people let you be just who you are

See, respect ain’t possession, loyalty ain’t control

You don’t own another person just because you share a road

I don’t follow every footstep, he don’t question every move

But when the line gets dangerous, we both know what to do

No need to say forever

No need to prove we’re strong

Some things don’t need a reason

They’ve been there all along

No questions asked, no promises made

Just two shadows dancing in the city we made

You take the long road, I’ll paint the sky

If you ever need me, I won’t ask why

No chains, no claims, no words to defend

Not every brother needs to call you a friend

When the whole world turns its back on you

I’ll be right there — like I always do

Old ways, quiet hearts

A steady hand when the night gets dark

No need for banners, no need for fame

A silent promise without a name

A warrior knows when to stand aside

A shadow knows when to be a guide

Not every truth needs to be revealed

Not every wound needs to be healed by words

I won’t ask you who you’re trying to save

You won’t ask me what I keep beneath the paint

But if the night should take you far from view

I’ll leave a light on somewhere just for you

No questions, no pressure, no measure, no test

No need to explain when you know what’s best

No papers, no promises, no badge on the chest

Just a code in the bones and a beat in the steps

Step to the left, let the city roll by

Step to the right, let the rooftops reply

Paint on the wall, little stars in the sky

You don’t need to say it, I can read your reply

We ain’t a headline, we ain’t a crew

We ain’t got a rulebook to tell us what to do

Two different roads with a common view

If you stand your ground, I’ll stand there too

No questions asked, no promises made

Two free spirits in the mess we have made

You chase the night, I’ll color the sky

If you ever need me, I won’t ask why

No chains, no claims, no words to defend

Some roads cross without an end

And when the last light fades from view

I’ll be right there — like I always do

You know…

You don’t have to tell me

I’ll be around

Paint dries

Thecity moves

Friends stay

No questions asked