“STROBE-LIT SCARS” [Intro – distorted voice] Yeah… This ain’t pretty This my fuckin’ life Lights up. [Hook – hypnotic, chanty] Bass so loud I can’t hear my fuckin’ doubts Strobe lights flash every scar I won’t talk about I fucked up, I fought back, I crawled out the ground Techno in my chest, yeah I’m still around [Verse 1 – early struggle] Cold mornings, broke nights, phone on 2% Same clothes, same stress, same rent Everybody say “slow down,” I say “fuck that” Only thing consistent was the shit went bad I trusted wrong people, yeah I own that shit Smiles in my face, then they ghost that shit I learned quick love come with strings and knives So I move solo, protect my fuckin’ life [Pre-Hook] Heartbeat match the kick drum snap Every mistake playin’ back like “remember that?” [Hook] Bass so loud I can’t hear my fuckin’ doubts Strobe lights flash every scar I won’t talk about I fucked up, I fought back, I crawled out the ground Techno in my chest, yeah I’m still around [Verse 2 – dark phase] Had nights I was numb, didn’t trust my brain Too much noise, too much pain I seen real friends fold for comfort I seen fake ones talk tough then suffer I been low, real low, head full of rage Yellin’ at mirrors like “get out this cage” I made choices I ain’t proud to say But I paid that cost in a fuckin’ way [Techno Break – half-time, breathy] Lights flicker, chest tight, mind won’t rest Still breathin’, bitch — pass the test I don’t glorify the shit I survived I just tell the truth so I stay alive [Verse 3 – turning point] One day I woke up sick of my own excuses Same bullshit, different fuckin’ uses I cut dead weight, yeah that shit hurt But peace don’t come clean, it come with dirt Started buildin’ slow, brick by brick No applause, no quick fix Now when I win, it ain’t loud, it’s real Quiet progress how success feel [Hook – harder, shouted] Bass hit harder than the shit I been through Strobe lights show me what I grew into I fucked up, I fucked around, I paid my dues Still standin’, motherfucker — what about you? [Verse 4 – present day clarity] Now I pick my battles, pick my circle tight Energy sacred, I guard that shit right I don’t chase highs, I chase peace That alone helped the chaos decrease I ain’t healed fully — fuck no But I’m honest now, and that shit grow Every scar still hum when the beat drop But I don’t fold when the lights pop [Outro – spoken, echoing] This ain’t a flex This a fuckin’ receipt For every night I didn’t quit Lights off.
