[Intro - Coin sound, piano] Count it twice. Same answer. [Verse 1 - Swung rap] Coins in my palm, prices on the shelf, Standing there doing the maths by myself. Pick what fills me, leave what tastes nice, Try to get tomorrow out of tonight. That kind of hunger doesn't finish with a meal, Stays in the way that you bargain and feel. Never threw food, never liked to waste, Kept checking cupboards after changing place. A kid shouldn't learn how far bread can go, Before he learns what a safe house holds. But there I stood with a few loose coins, Trying to make enough out of no real choice. [Build] If a full fridge feels ordinary, I'm glad you've never had to count like me. Let the drum crack— Hear that stomach speak. [Chorus - Hard chant] LOOSE CHANGE! LONG NIGHT! COUNTING EVERY COIN UNDER SERVO LIGHT! STILL HERE! STILL WALK! I HAD TOO MUCH HUNGER AND TOO LITTLE TALK! [Verse 2 - Quick triplet pockets] Took what I could, tried not to need more, Embarrassed by the ask before I'd hit the door. Someone said "eat," didn't make me explain, Remembered that kindness longer than their name. Little bits of help weren't little back then, Meal on a plate could get a kid through again. Doesn't fix the world, doesn't undo a year, But it tells you someone noticed you were here. Now when there's enough, I don't call it small, Been on the wrong side of having fuck-all. The kick hits hard for the nights I knew, And the people who fed me without needing proof. [Bridge - Bass out] You remember insults. You remember bread. You remember someone Who just let you get fed. [Final Chorus - Full drums] LOOSE CHANGE! LONG NIGHT! COUNTING EVERY COIN UNDER SERVO LIGHT! STILL HERE! STILL WALK! I HAD TOO MUCH HUNGER AND TOO LITTLE TALK!
