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[Intro] [Verse] Asphalt black and the rain is cold Stories written but they’re never told Neon flickering above the shop Calculated till I reach the top Grey-area corners where we used to wait Turning every struggle into heavy weight Pawn shop signs in a sickly blue Nothing in this city ever feeling true [Build-up] Cello loops spinning in the dark Every single scar is a beauty mark Watch the shadows move against the wall Waiting for the moment that they call [Hook] Sliding 808s hitting in the chest Paranoia never letting me rest Crumpled cash tucked deep in the coat Keeping my ambition right at the throat They didn't see me when I was down Now I'm the shadow haunting the town Hungry for the vision, guarded in the soul Losing my mind just to keep control [Verse] Warped synths screaming through the alleyway Turning all the night into a payday Staccato flow like a ticking clock Never let 'em in, keep the mental lock Worn-out linings for the dirty bills Climbing up the valley to the higher hills I don't trust the smile, I don't trust the hand Just the solid ground where I choose to stand Snare rolls crisp like a winter breeze Bringing all the doubters to their knees [Post-Chorus] Guard up Heads down No talk Just crown [Breakdown] Detuned dreams in a minor key Nobody is coming for a man like me Cold resolve in the winter air Looking for a way when it isn't there [Bridge] Silent ambition, loud results Filtering the static and the insults Rain-slicked vision in the F# minor Every day the blade is getting finer I was overlooked, now I'm overbooked Caught the future on a heavy hook [Hook] Sliding 808s hitting in the chest Paranoia never letting me rest Crumpled cash tucked deep in the coat Keeping my ambition right at the throat They didn't see me when I was down Now I'm the shadow haunting the town Hungry for the vision, guarded in the soul Losing my mind just to keep control [Verse] Saturated bass moving through the floor I was knocking, now I’m breaking the door Rapid fire hats like a summer rain Washing out the salt, washing out the pain From the corner store to the corporate floor Always wanting less, always needing more Neon reflections on the wet street Rhythm of the city in my tired feet No glorification, just the grit and bone The king of the grey sitting on a throne [Outro]
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