East Sweeting-Script Keeps (Musica Inglês)
Verse 1 I’m staring at the ceiling while the city sleeps, counting every rhythm that my spirit keeps, Writing verses in the dark until the ink runs dry, chasing visions of a stage beneath a neon sky. They told me it’s a pipe dream, just a hollow sound, but I’m building up my kingdom from the underground, Trading every hour of my youth for a mic and a booth, just to speak my own version of the cinematic truth. Verse 2 I’ve got the hunger in my stomach and the fire in my lungs, climbing up a ladder with a thousand broken rungs, From the concrete whispers to the roar of the crowd, I’m gonna make my mother smile and my brothers proud. Every struggle is a lyric, every scar is a beat, I won’t stop until the world feels the rhythm of my feet, It’s more than just a hustle, it’s the air that I breathe—I’m the only one who’s gotta believe before I achieve.
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Verse 1 I’m staring at the ceiling while the city sleeps, counting every rhythm that my spirit keeps, Writing verses in the dark until the ink runs dry, chasing visions of a stage beneath a neon sky. They told me it’s a pipe dream, just a hollow sound, but I’m building up my kingdom from the underground, Trading every hour of my youth for a mic and a booth, just to speak my own version of the cinematic truth. Verse 2 I’ve got the hunger in my stomach and the fire in my lungs, climbing up a ladder with a thousand broken rungs, From the concrete whispers to the roar of the crowd, I’m gonna make my mother smile and my brothers proud. Every struggle is a lyric, every scar is a beat, I won’t stop until the world feels the rhythm of my feet, It’s more than just a hustle, it’s the air that I breathe—I’m the only one who’s gotta believe before I achieve.
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