Tribal Souls - No Sleep , Still Love

Cali Reggae West Coast Rap, Male Latino Voice

V6-MINI

[Verse 1 – Reggae groove]
12:10, I’m stepping out into the night,
Moon above me, gotta get my mind right.
Two in the morning, punching that clock,
Working while the whole neighborhood sleeps around the block.
Ten-thirty hits, I’m headed back home,
Dead tired, but I still gotta roam.
Sun coming up, but I ain’t going to bed,
Got a hundred little things running through my head.

[Pre-Chorus]
My eyes are low, my body says slow,
But there’s still a little more that I gotta do.
Running on fumes, but I keep pushing through,
‘Cause that’s what you do when the people count on you.

[Chorus – Big Cali Reggae hook]
I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving,
Long night working, still got something to prove.
From 12:10 till the noon-day sun,
I keep on going till the work is done.
Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around,
Then I take that tired ass body back home to town.
No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through,
Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do.

[Verse 2 – West Coast Rap]
Look—
I clocked in when the stars were bright,
Put in that work through the middle of the night.
Ten-thirty out, but that’s not the end,
Home responsibilities waiting again.
Dishes, laundry, fixing what breaks,
Whatever needs doing, whatever it takes.
Could crash on the couch, let the whole house wait,
But I know what it means when you carry that weight.

I’m tired as hell, got bags in my eyes,
Still keeping it moving while the daylight rises.
No fancy story, ain’t no Hollywood scene,
Just real-life work and a family routine.
Sometimes being strong ain’t about feeling strong,
It’s getting back up when your energy’s gone.

[Chorus]
I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving,
Long night working, still got something to prove.
From 12:10 till the noon-day sun,
I keep on going till the work is done.
Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around,
Then I take that tired ass body back home to town.
No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through,
Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do.

[Bridge – Smooth Soul / Reggae]
Ooh… baby…
The sun is shining, but I’m still awake…
Every little sacrifice is one I make.
When you’re doing it for love, you find a way,
Even when you’re exhausted at the end of the day.

[Verse 3 – Rap]
12 noon creeping, I’m still on my feet,
Six more things waiting before I can sleep.
But I look around and remember why,
I keep pushing forward when I’m bone-dry tired.
This ain’t about fame, this ain’t about gold,
It’s about doing your part when the story gets old.
Every damn day, another mountain to climb,
But I keep that rhythm and I keep my time.

[Final Chorus]
I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving,
Long night working, still got something to prove.
From 12:10 till the noon-day sun,
I keep on going till the work is done.
Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around,
Still handling business when I make it back around.
No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through,
Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do.

[Outro – Soul vocals / guitar]
12:10 at night…
2 AM, here I go…
10:30, I’m heading home…
Noon comes around…
Still on my feet…
Still doing my part…
Tribal Souls… no sleep, still love.

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[Intro – Cali Reggae / soulful] Yeah… 12:10 at night, another long ride… 2 AM clock-in, while the whole world hides… Ten-thirty in the morning, I’m finally home… But the day ain’t over… Tribal Souls… [Verse 1 – Reggae groove] 12:10, I’m stepping out into the night, Moon above me, gotta get my mind right. Two in the morning, punching that clock, Working while the whole neighborhood sleeps around the block. Ten-thirty hits, I’m headed back home, Dead tired, but I still gotta roam. Sun coming up, but I ain’t going to bed, Got a hundred little things running through my head. [Pre-Chorus] My eyes are low, my body says slow, But there’s still a little more that I gotta do. Running on fumes, but I keep pushing through, ‘Cause that’s what you do when the people count on you. [Chorus – Big Cali Reggae hook] I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving, Long night working, still got something to prove. From 12:10 till the noon-day sun, I keep on going till the work is done. Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around, Then I take that tired ass body back home to town. No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through, Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do. [Verse 2 – West Coast Rap] Look— I clocked in when the stars were bright, Put in that work through the middle of the night. Ten-thirty out, but that’s not the end, Home responsibilities waiting again. Dishes, laundry, fixing what breaks, Whatever needs doing, whatever it takes. Could crash on the couch, let the whole house wait, But I know what it means when you carry that weight. I’m tired as hell, got bags in my eyes, Still keeping it moving while the daylight rises. No fancy story, ain’t no Hollywood scene, Just real-life work and a family routine. Sometimes being strong ain’t about feeling strong, It’s getting back up when your energy’s gone. [Chorus] I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving, Long night working, still got something to prove. From 12:10 till the noon-day sun, I keep on going till the work is done. Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around, Then I take that tired ass body back home to town. No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through, Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do. [Bridge – Smooth Soul / Reggae] Ooh… baby… The sun is shining, but I’m still awake… Every little sacrifice is one I make. When you’re doing it for love, you find a way, Even when you’re exhausted at the end of the day. [Verse 3 – Rap] 12 noon creeping, I’m still on my feet, Six more things waiting before I can sleep. But I look around and remember why, I keep pushing forward when I’m bone-dry tired. This ain’t about fame, this ain’t about gold, It’s about doing your part when the story gets old. Every damn day, another mountain to climb, But I keep that rhythm and I keep my time. [Final Chorus] I’m tired as fuck, but I’m still moving, Long night working, still got something to prove. From 12:10 till the noon-day sun, I keep on going till the work is done. Two in the morning till 10:30 rolls around, Still handling business when I make it back around. No sleep, no rest, but I’m still coming through, Tribal Souls—doing what I gotta do. [Outro – Soul vocals / guitar] 12:10 at night… 2 AM, here I go… 10:30, I’m heading home… Noon comes around… Still on my feet… Still doing my part… Tribal Souls… no sleep, still love.

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