Текст песни
Wow
Whatever way you walk, you see the fog
What it means, I don’t wanna talk
Still feeling like a dawg
Seeing light even in the dark
How I got so far?
I was sitting on sofa
And now I got
Clouds over Che, low and mean
Weather app says rain, what the fuck you saying?
My white forces ain't white no more
Stained by the pavement, the city floor
Phone buzzes angry, a persistent snake
I'm in a glass case, not ready to break
Wanna hear my own thoughts, not the constant ping
Silence the device, let the moment ring
So serious, even the black cat fled
Took one look at my aura, turned and went to bed
They say from the side, good is evil's twin
A twisted perspective you can never win
The financial chase, a loveless, numb affair
Counting paper feelings, but there's nobody there
Ain't scared to make mistakes, that's a hollow creed
I'm scared of never falling, never feeling bleed
The grind for the dollar, a robotic transaction
Depletes all the soul, a chemical reaction
No warmth in the wallet, just a cold, plastic stack
You trade in your heartbeat and never get it back
Been running so fast, forgot my own stride
The vision gets blurry, no place left to hide
But I caught myself slipping, hit a mental reset
Time ain't money, homie, time is cassette
My hours don't fold, they don't stack in a vault
They resonate, echo, grind to a halt
Then start over, a sample, a loop in the track
Can't spend a melody, but sure… you can feel that
One more try to prove that I'm that dude
Another shot that feels like the last, dude
If I miss, nobody ever knew
If I score, my family breaks through
Goes through the avenue
It's basketball logic on these pavement streets
You throw up them prayers, accept the defeats
Air ball, brick, nothing but net
You keep on chucking, that's the only bet
Your ceiling is somebody else's floor
Ain't that the truth, I've seen that door
World ain't fair, but I ain't no saint
Got my demons, my complaints
One more shot, one more dance
One more final, desperate chance
To turn this hunger into bread
To silence all the doubts inside my head
The rim's the goal, the grind's the game
They don't call your number, you call your own name
I've missed a thousand, probably more
But that one swish can settle score
It's not about justice, the world owes you nada
You want the crown? Then fight like a gladiator
I'm not claiming innocence, I've made my plays
Just trying to cash in on these better days
On these better days, better days
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