Title: Violin → Moped Verse 1 Yo, it started with a violin in my hands, Teacher said, “Kid, music makes you stand.” After school, I practiced solo in my room, Outside kids kickin’ balls, sun goin’ boom. Counting beats, but hearin’ every kick, Indoors got rules, outdoors got that click. Chorus Violin to moped, outta my zone, Strings for gas, homework on my phone. Forty clicks, wind in my face, Finally out – finally my space. Verse 2 Cash from confirmation, burnin’ in my pocket, Big bro had the same kinda rocket. Sold that violin, yeah, kinda tough, But engine roar? Man, that hit was enough. Shiny maroon, ride just broken in, Crew rollin’ deep – can’t keep us in. Chorus Violin to moped, outta my zone, Strings for gas, homework on my phone. Forty clicks, heart pumpin’ loud, Youth on fire, we own the crowd. Bridge (slow → tense) One wrong glance, no signal made, Tires screechin’, time start to fade. Flyin’ through air, asphalt below, Heart in my throat – still got that glow. Verse 3 Moped flew ten meters straight, Tires popped, guess that was fate. Me? Chill. Just a rush, a thrill, Some dude yellin’, tryin’ to instill. Tracks tell more than words could shout, In the end, man, it all blew out. Chorus (bigger, louder) Violin to moped, joy on skin, Learn fast what you dare to begin. Fall once, get back, never stuck, That’s how life fills your cup of luck. Verse 4 Homewrecked, damage off the charts, Quit? Nah, that’s not my art. Sunday grind, paper in my hand, Workin’ hard to get back my land. Piece by piece, mark by mark, Soon my ride alive – spark in the dark. Outro Fifteen, I hit a brand new track, Sold the ride that once had my back. Sometimes I hear it, soft in my head, Violin and motor, still keepin’ the thread.
