comeback

Yeah... Skarley. Turn the speakers up. Let's go. Walk in heavy, boots hit concrete, Whole crew vibing when we hit the front street. No fake flex, no rented lifestyle, Built every bar from the dirt, not the profile. Got that Aussie tongue with a razor-edge grin, Kick one verse, now the whole room spins. Talk gets cheap, mine comes premium, You bring whispers, I bring stadium. I'm built different, rough-cut diamond, Pressure made the shine, now the lights keep finding. Head up high when the world went crooked, Wrote my own ending while they all overlooked it. Hands in the air if you're chasing your name, Nothing came easy, still I came. Never needed luck when the work stayed loud, Now the bass hits hard and it shakes the crowd. Whoa... Run that back. Whole squad lit and we're keeping it stacked. Whoa... No retreat. Every setback turned into another beat. They said, "Slow down." I sped up. Life threw lemons... I set up A stand on the corner and sold every cup. Now they're asking how I levelled up. Too many critics with too much spare time, Watching my moves while I'm writing my rhymes. If they know every lyric before it's released, Must be secret fans on repeat. (Caught ya!) Laugh in the storm, smile through the static, Turning bad days into something cinematic. Heart still beating, drums still banging, Mic in my hand and the whole place chanting. Quick with the quips and the tongue goes turbo, Bars bounce back like a yo-yo hurdle. Twist every syllable, double-time flow, Blink one second and you'll miss the whole show. No gold throne, still king of the session, No silver spoon, just grit and progression. Every scar got stitched into art, Every rough road sharpened my heart. If you're riding with me then ride with pride, Windows down and the music high. No matter where we started from, Tonight we move like we've already won. Yeah... Skarley. Built for the long run. Built for the comeback. Built for the soundtrack. Run it again.