[Verse] Found a fifty in the gutter, 'tween the rats and the gutter slime, Double-take, seems legit, look at my luck, must be my time, Limping through the city, neon signs flicker like they're going blind, In the land of pounds, making sense feels undefined. [Verse 2] Phone buzzing, call from Mum, "You alright son?" starts her plead, Groceries runnin' low, cheese toasties our only feed, Cooking up dreams in a pot with no heat, slow to succeed, Hustle harder, got that screwed up fifty; need to supersede. [Chorus] Screwed up cash, screws up minds, still it lands us in binds, Counting crumpled notes, coins with history dirt declines, Fifty found’s a miracle, we ride it and rewind, Hope in paper, tales of past rewind. [Bridge] Street lights do ballroom twirls, shadows flicker and twirl, In a dance with fate, watchin' schemes unfurl, Grime on pavement tells a story, heard in a single whirl, Screwed up fifty, destiny made of pearls. [Verse 3] Back alley deals, cats throwin’ dice against brick walls, Chasing dreams, like mugs down pub halls, Balancing on edges, tightropes made of old calls, Bottle of whisky, cheers to screwed-up windfalls. [Chorus] Screwed up cash, screws up minds, still it lands us in binds, Counting crumpled notes, coins with history dirt declines, Fifty found’s a miracle, we ride it and rewind, Hope in paper, tales of past rewind.
