Sayan Star, Cole Hud, Cole Hud Мутный тип

City hums low, streets soaked in rain
Footsteps echo, I’m chasing my lane
Eyes wide open, I read every face
Nothing here moves at a random pace

Hands on my pockets, mind in control
Moves sharp and steady, that’s how I roll
One slip, one glance, can break the night
I move in the shadows, out of the light

I walk the edges, a ghost in the gray
Skills in my hands, I keep them at play
I watch from the shadows as the world drifts by
Living unseen, no questions why

I walk the edges, a ghost in the gray
Skills in my hands, I keep them at play
I watch from the shadows as the world drifts by
Living unseen, no questions why

Messages vanish, deals come and go
Every street corner, every alley I know
From rooftops to tunnels, my steps are precise
Every move measured, no room for dice

Feet hit the pavement, nights stretching long
Every silence a clue, every whisper a song
I stay one step ahead, mind icy and cold
A story untold, a life uncontrolled

I walk the edges, a ghost in the gray
Skills in my hands, I keep them at play
I watch from the shadows as the world drifts by
Living unseen, no questions why

I walk the edges, a ghost in the gray
Skills in my hands, I keep them at play
I watch from the shadows as the world drifts by
Living unseen, no questions why