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Late Train
Hip-Hop
Late Train was released on July 3, 2026 by Nick Vicious as a part of the album Late Train - Single
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Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelNick Vicious
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick Vicious
Nick Vicious
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Vicious
Nick Vicious
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Vicious
Nick Vicious
Producer

Lyrics

I came in quiet, shoes full of rain
Keys in the room, got a bruise and a pain
One note hit hard, then the whole thing lean
Like my whole life folded in the seams
Mama said, "Boy, keep your head up straight"
I said, "I'm tryin', but the weight don't wait"
Rent due Monday, phone died Tuesday
Still I walk like I got a new wave
Old coat thin, but the pockets stay brave
Fresh white page in a stubborn gray day
I don't talk much, I let lines land
Make a little fire with a five-letter plan
Late night runs, I don't need no flash
Just a clean backbeat and a cashmere clash
Every scar got a story in it
Every locked door got a key, I'm in it
Seen a lot of folks fold for a smaller dream
Chase cheap praise, then they lose they steam
Me, I stayed where the hard roads bend
Learned how to start when the lights won't end
Piano cryin' like it knows my name
Black and white facts in a heavy frame
I put truth in the pockets of a raw bar
Make a dark room feel like a small star
They want shine, I want soul with teeth
A little steel in the core when I speak
Keep my pace, let the rest chase clout
I'm the last one standin' when the crowd runs out
Hands on the wheel, got a cold front grin
If I stumble, I still count it as win
No big speech, just a measured breath
And I cut through the noise like a blade through steps
One more line, let it ring and lean
One more truth in the in-between
If the whole world shakes, I stay right here
On these black and white roads with no fear
Now the room gets small when I lock in place
Every word I drop got a steady face
No chorus needed, I don't need a mask
I just hit the mark and let it last
Hear that pattern crawl through the floorboards
That's my name, my smoke, my war notes
From the first cold chord to the final break
I make pain sound clean, I make steel shake
And if they ask why I never fold
I say the bruise taught me how to hold
I came up rough, but I came up real
With a piano pulse and a stubborn will
Written by: Nick Vicious
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