---------------------------------------------- © Copyright 2025 --> @arqluizfelipe Δ∙Ʀ∙Q∙ --> Altered Reality in Quotation Lyrics and music production by Δ∙Ʀ∙Q∙ ---------------------------------------------- *************************** 🚀 Check out this awesome creators: @zaron, @soualeea, @tenshi_cwb, @brazilities, @coolhapoy, @zygao, @bazih, @creatorjane, @simbaxp, @thiagovs_sounds, @guilhermegpt, @helioricardo — you won’t regret it! 🎧💯 *************************** 📖 About 🌀 Circle of Life 🌀 This song is a journey through the memories that shaped who we are. It speaks of the streets we grew up on, the dreams that changed form, those analog days, and the struggle to find meaning in a digital age. It’s about the cycle of life — from chasing ice cream trucks as kids to juggling bills and trying to stay grounded as adults. I wanted to blend sounds and decades the same way we carry past and present inside us. It’s nostalgic, but also a mirror of right now. 🎧 Hit play, close your eyes, and ride the loop. 📼 #CycleOfLife #NewMusic #SoulFusion #BoomBapVibes Inspired by persona of @monero – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 🎙️ Lyrics "Round and round, the wheel it turns... Time gon’ teach and lovers learn..." [Intro] “Yo, I used to ride my bike past that drive-in movie place…” “You remember that radio station? Damn.” Let me build this for a second: listen close. [Verse 1] We all came from seeds, crackin’ concrete in the heat Mama yellin’ through the screen, “Don’t track mud on my sheet!” Had a crew with hoop dreams, some wanted fatigues Others pulled rhymes outta notebooks, chasin’ the beat But time got hands, it’ll twist your fate Some got caught in the shuffle, others showed up late We grew older: cold shoulders, chip on the plate Now we tryna teach our kids what we barely could translate [Hook] “This is how the cycle of life goes And the years, they come and they go” “This is how the cycle of life goes And the years, they come and they go” [Verse 2] Used to to chase down the ice cream truck with no shame Now it's credit scores, gas bills, and hunger games Backseat wisdom in a Volkswagen, puffin' on flame Uncles with old records taught me the soul's name [Bridge] Saturdays, we mimicked our favorite DJs Mixtapes on pause-play, no instant replays Simple joys: a radio, a laugh, a beat Now we budget our joy, feel the rush deplete Remember the stoop talks, the crooked antennas? One ear on the tape deck, other on agendas [Verse 3] We caught glimpses of the world from cassette hiss Now it’s filters, feeds, and the meaning we miss I used to draw dreams on the margins of math Now I'm sketchin' reflections with beats on the path It’s funny — the future we imagined was clean But now I scroll through it daily, lost in the screen They said the 2000s would come with peace But tension just shifted from streets to speech And if that feels deep, just wait for the glitch — It gets real weird when the voices go switch (woo!) [instrumental bridge] (uou - eey) [Verse 4] Aey aey We mocked the nine-to-five life like it was a disease Now we rock pressed shirts tryna earn some peace Funny how the suit and tie became disguise For dreams we shelved just to survive (survive) We said, “Never be them,” now we kinda are (aham) Still spittin' wisdom at the neighborhood bar But I ain’t mad (okay) it’s the rhythm of age Grown man blues with the pen on the page [Hook:] “This is how the cycle of life goes And the years, they come and they go” “This is how the cycle of life goes And the years, they come and they go” [Verse 5] Aey Aey Grew up on sidewalks cracked in the ‘80s haze Old heads with boomboxes, preachin’ through the bass Then the ‘90s hit — freedom, wild with the speech We said anything, now they cancel what we teach Back then, we vibed raw, no filters, no shame Now every thought gets checked, like we caught in a game Y2K came with the promise of light New millennium, new minds — yeah, maybe we might Now A.R.Q. is born, and some say I ain´t real Well... none of you are, We just bits and bytes and graphical art! I try to communicate my truth fusion styles, doing my part But now we scroll through opinions, drown in debates Still divided, still fightin’, just changed the gates We traded our vinyl for timelines and trends But the cycles repeat: different faces, same ends So what really changed? Just the clothes and the screens Still searchin’ for truth in a world of machines [End]
