Nanchaku

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HARD DRIVE Vol. 1

Time Will Tell

Been a While

NAMUNA

(Verse 1)
Streetlights paintin' fucking shadows on the damp concrete ground,
Another night begins, the familiar fucking hushin' sound.
Empty fridge hummin' a lonely, hungry tune,
Rents fucking overdue, another pale fucking anxious moon.
Tried the honest innocent work, the minimum wage shitty grind,
Barely scratched the surface, always fucking fallin' behind.
Saw the desperation starin' back in my own fucking eyes,
So I walked a darker path beneath these shitty city skies.

(Chorus)
This ain't about the fucking rush, the bloody power or the fucking greed,
Just a desperate hustle, plantin' a dangerous fucking seed.
Every hand-to-hand a gamble, a risk I gotta take,
Just tryna fucking keep afloat, for goodness gracious sake.
Deal a little fucking poison just to keep these wolves at bay,
Prayin' for a better bloody morning, a brighter kind of fucking day.
Survival's a dirty business when your back's against a fucking wall,
Just makin' ends meat, waitin' for the fucking fall.

(Verse 2)
The faces blur together, the whispers in the night,
A tangled web I'm weaving, bathed in neon fucking light.
Hear the hollow promises, the fleeting, fragile high,
Know I'm part of fucking somethin' that makes good people cry.
But the fucking guilt's a heavy burden, a shadow at my heel,
Compared to the gnawing hunger, the way despair can fucking feel.
Tell myself it's temporary, as means to an escape,
From the crushing weight of poverty's relentless fucking shape.

(Chorus)
This ain't about the fucking rush, the bloody power or the fucking greed,
Just a desperate hustle, plantin' a dangerous fucking seed.
Every hand-to-hand a gamble, a risk I gotta take,
Just tryna fucking keep afloat, for goodness gracious sake.
Deal a little fucking poison just to keep these wolves at bay,
Prayin' for a better bloody morning, a brighter kind of fucking day.
Survival's a dirty business when your back's against a fucking wall,
Just makin' ends meat, waitin' for the fucking fall.

(Bridge)
Maybe there's another way, a fucking light I can't yet see,
A hand to pull me out of all this fucking misery.
But tonight the streets are callin', (callin) (callin) the need is sharp and real,
Another shady transaction, another silent fucking deal.

(Chorus)
This ain't about the fucking rush, the bloody power or the fucking greed,
Just a desperate hustle, plantin' a dangerous fucking seed.
Every hand-to-hand a gamble, a risk I gotta take,
Just tryna fucking keep afloat, for goodness gracious sake.
Deal a little fucking poison just to keep these wolves at bay,
Prayin' for a better bloody morning, a brighter kind of fucking day.
Survival's a dirty business when your back's against a fucking wall,
Just makin' ends meat, waitin' for the fucking fall.

(Outro)
Fallin'... fallin' deeper in the hell-ish night,
Just tryna make it through, with all my fucking fading light.
Just fucking tryna survive... just fucking tryna survive...
Underneath these unforgiving shitty skies, alive. (alive) (alive)

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