This here track be about the website grind. It's that energy when you're pushin' strong and never callin' it quits. You groove through the ups and downs, knowin' that you need to keep movin' forward. It's a vibe for those who rarely quit.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my wrist, they tell a legend. This ain't just bling, it's a sign of all the work I put in. These gems are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always staygrounded.
The Rules of the Street
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Loyalty is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Being true to yourself is everything.
No Love Lost
He gazed at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his vision. It was over. They'd moved on. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Perhaps. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling absence where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Trapped Within The Cage
Life in confinement can be brutal. The bars that confine us from the outside world can feel like a burden. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like a struggle against the cruelty that imprisons us. Yet, even in this bleak situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Soarin' Above
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your locks. You're living life in the fast lane, friend. It's a journey like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay steady and enjoy the trip|