[Intro] (Pitched-down vintage flute loops, heavy vinyl scratch) (Deep, congested sniffing sound, loud lighter flick, long smoke exhale) Snnnff... yeah... eyes burning... Three o'clock... midnight shift... Let's get these stats up. Look. [Hook] (Perfect Staccato-Flow – short words, matching the flute rhythm) Green pack. Midnight. Grind hard. Brain tight. Farming gold. Turning page. Locked in. Smoke cage. Snnnff... (nasal breath) XP rising while the world is sleeping, Mana full, no time for weeping. Green pack. Midnight. Grind hard. Brain tight. Farming gold. Turning page. Locked in. Smoke cage. [Verse 1] (Monotone, lazy nasal delivery, heavy internal rhymes) Head in the clouds but the focus is sharp, Floating away to the sound of the harp. Staring at numbers, upgrading the gear, Burying doubt and destroying the fear. Ink on the paper, loot in the chest, Highly elite, yeah, I'm beating the rest. Smoky-ass room, everything green, Coldest computer you ever have seen. Grinding the dungeon, completing the task, Don't even bother to look through the mask. [Hook] (Full boom bap drums kick in, flute echoes louder) Green pack. Midnight. Grind hard. Brain tight. Farming gold. Turning page. Locked in. Smoke cage. XP rising while the world is sleeping, Mana full, no time for weeping. [Verse 2] (Faster, punchy nasal bounce – rapid delivery) Snnnff... look... Four in the morning, the server is mine, Crossing the border, crossing the line. Reading the chapter, maxing the skill, Faded as hell but I'm hunting the kill. Progress bar moving, coffee cup black, Once I get started there's no going back. Leveling up in the dark by myself, Stacking the wisdom right up on the shelf. [Bridge] (All drums cut out, only dusty flute reverb remains) Coughing... Eyes heavy... smoke thick... Just one more level. One more page. Keep the grind high. [Hook] (Heavy sub-bass drops back in with maximum impact) Green pack. Midnight. Grind hard. Brain tight. Farming gold. Turning page. Locked in. Smoke cage. XP rising while the world is sleeping, Mana full, no time for weeping. [Outro] (Beat slows down into underwater chopped & screwed filter) Hazy mind... Max stats... Three AM... (Flute fades completely into a long radio static hiss)
