Dollar Short, Wide Awake2

A dark rap orchestra track launches with a cinematic, brooding intro—swelling strings and brass, deep percussion, and haunting piano set an epic mood, Verses trade between a raspy, hyped woman’s vocals and a deep male voice, both delivering intense, shadowy lyrics with urgency, The chorus explodes with layered orchestral hits and urgent rap flows; lush textures, driving beats, and stark dynamics keep tension high, while subtle choral backing and bold brass add dramatic flair throughout

[Verse 1] Alarm on snooze Same old shoes by the door Coffee tastes like yesterday Rent’s still more than before Phone full of plans I keep swiping them away Got dreams in a cracked screen They keep calling every day [Chorus] I’m tired Always a dollar short Running on fumes and reports Clocking in late to my own life Yeah I’m tired Chasing a moving line Paying in sleep and time I’m always a dollar short inside [Verse 2] Paycheck gone Before the ink even dries Groceries Gas Little lies “Next month I’ll get it right” Friends out late I just stare at the ceiling fan Count stains on the drywall More than money in my hand [Chorus] I’m tired Always a dollar short Running on fumes and reports Clocking in late to my own life Yeah I’m tired Chasing a moving line Paying in sleep and time I’m always a dollar short inside [Bridge] What if I quit keeping score Stopped begging that locked up door (to open) What if “enough” meant me Not some number on a screen [Chorus] I’m tired Always a dollar short But I’m done tearing myself apart For a finish line that hides Yeah I’m tired But I’ll give myself tonight Call it a tiny strike of light When I’m more than a dollar in my eyes

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