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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
Inside the recording
Low-pass vinyl hiss, subway rumble in the left ear 808 heartbeat fades in, breath count, three, two
From the margins to meteorites, watch me arc, I spark in the dark, leave a mark on the chart,
Vinyl hiss returns, city exhales I fold the map, still chasing the trail
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