Nøthing (by NØCTIS) emotional Oldman7 RMX

[INTRO] Yeah… Some nights I stare at the fridge like maybe something changed… Nothing. But I still got my phone. Still got my melodies. Still got my kids. So I still got a reason. [CHORUS] I’ma make it out, I swear to God, I’m making it out, Even if the whole world tells me I should take another route. Baby asks me for a cake, I gotta tell ’em “not right now,” But I’m turning every tear into a reason to be proud. I’ma make it out, I’ma make it out, From an empty refrigerator to a house that’s full of sound. I don’t need a million dollars, I just need to make it count, ’Cause I promised my babies they’ll never go without. [VERSE 1] Lately I been waking up with pressure sitting on my chest, Trying to figure out the money, trying to figure out the rest. I don’t have a safety net, I don’t have a plan B, Just a couple little missions and a dream inside of me. I walk outside and chase whatever little work I can, Every euro that I make goes straight back into my hands, Not for clothes, not for parties, not for something I can flex, I’m just trying to put some food inside the house for the next day. Then I hear my children asking something innocent and small, “Daddy, can we get some cake?” and I don’t know what to call That feeling in my stomach when I know I can’t provide, So I smile and tell them “maybe,” while I’m dying deep inside. They don’t know about the bills, they don’t know about the stress, They just know they love their daddy and they wanna see him blessed. So when everybody’s sleeping and the apartment turns quiet, I put headphones on my ears and let the melody ignite it. I take everything I’m feeling, every fear I never mention, Put it underneath a kick and turn the pain into progression. I don’t know if this will work, I don’t know when I’ll get paid, I don’t know if I’ll be famous, I just know I can’t be afraid. Because music ain’t a hobby when your family’s depending, It’s the only little window where I see a different ending. So I write until the sunrise, even when my body’s tired, ‘Cause the hunger in my stomach ain’t as strong as my desire. [PRE-CHORUS] They might see a broke man with nothing in his hands… But I see a father building something from the sand. And every time I almost quit, I hear those little voices say: [Child Voice] “Daddy…” So I press record again. [CHORUS] [Deep male Voc] I’ma make it out, I swear to God, I’m making it out, Even if the whole world tells me I should take another route. Baby asks me for a cake, I gotta tell ’em “not right now,” But I’m turning every tear into a reason to be proud. I’ma make it out, I’ma make it out, From an empty refrigerator to a house that’s full of sound. I don’t need a million dollars, I just need to make it count, ’Cause I promised my babies they’ll never go without. [VERSE 2] I remember standing in the kitchen with the door wide open, Looking at the empty shelves, wondering how I keep going. There ain’t nothing glamorous about surviving when you’re broke, Sometimes dreams feel like a luxury when you’re struggling to cope. But I refuse to let my children inherit all my fears, I refuse to let them think that love is measured by the tears. If I can’t buy them everything, I’ll give them all of me, I’ll give them every sleepless night that nobody else can see. I’ll give them every lyric, every rhythm, every breath, Every hour that I spent trying to turn this into something. Maybe one day they’ll understand why their father never stopped, Why he kept chasing melodies when the money wasn’t there. Why he could be exhausted, but he’d still get on the mic, Because giving up was never something he could justify. I don’t wanna be remembered as the man who almost made it, I wanna be the man who took the pain and elevated. I wanna look into their eyes with a full table in the room, And remember there were nights when we had nothing but a tune. So I’m taking all this pressure and I’m putting it in verses, Every struggle that I lived through is becoming something worth it. If the road is gonna be long, then I’m prepared to walk it, If the door is gonna stay locked, then I’m prepared to knock it. I got scars that I don’t show, I got battles nobody knows, But I got two little reasons that keep putting fire in my soul. And maybe I don’t have much, but I got enough to begin. A phone in my hand, a melody in my head, and a reason to win. [BRIDGE — EMOTIONAL] One day… You won’t ask me for a cake and see that look upon my face. One day… You’ll open up the fridge and there’ll be more than enough. One day… I’ll tell you: “Your daddy was broke… but he never gave up.” [FINAL CHORUS] I’ma make it out, I swear to God, I’m making it out, Even if the whole world tells me I should take another route. Baby asks me for a cake, I gotta tell ’em “not right now,” But I’m turning every tear into a reason to be proud. I’ma make it out, I’ma make it out, From an empty refrigerator to a house that’s full of sound. I don’t need a million dollars,