Margins & Meteorites

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Margins & Meteorites lyrics

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Intro

Low-pass vinyl hiss, subway rumble in the left ear 808 heartbeat fades in, breath count, three, two Notebook margins glow like constellations Yeah, listen

Verse 1

I was raised by streetlights blinking Morse code prayers, Cold pizza wisdom, late rent, long stairs, Pens leak truth in the cracks of the table, Every line a wiretap on the myths we label. Clock hands sprint while my patience jog, Dreams fog the mirror, I wipe it with smog, Friends say “chill,” but the kettle keeps singing, I hear futures knocking, they hate waiting. Paper cuts taught me how to bleed plans, Turned doubt into scaffolds, built these hands, I rap like receipts, itemized pain, Still tip the sky when it pours champagne.

Chorus

From the margins to meteorites, watch me arc, I spark in the dark, leave a mark on the chart, If the door stays locked, I kick rhythm and light, From the margins to meteorites, ignite.

Verse 2

I learned patience from buses that never arrived, From beats buffering hope just to prove we alive, My phone full of notes I ain’t post for the clout, I post for the ghosts that keep pulling me out. They said “be realistic,” I said “be precise,” Dreams hate excuses, they love a device, So I tuned my grind to a metronome grit, Every miss just a comma, I’m finishing it. Mama’s laugh in the hook, pops in the snare, Family stitched in the air I breathe there, If luck is a language, I’m fluent in tries, I conjugate hustle, I punctuate nights.

Bridge

Silence drops, 808 cuts to a pulse Bare kick, dry vocal, truth at the vault If I fail, let it echo, let it teach me the route If I fly, let the shadow bring the crowd

Chorus

From the margins to meteorites, watch me arc, I spark in the dark, leave a mark on the chart, If the door stays locked, I kick rhythm and light, From the margins to meteorites, ignite.

Outro

Vinyl hiss returns, city exhales I fold the map, still chasing the trail Fade on a hum, engines align I’m gone in a blink, but I leave you the sign

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