Same Damn Loop by Scorilo

[Verse 1]
Same damn loop... no cap
Clock tickin' loud, fear on tap
Wake up, grind, coffee burn my roast
Bus packed tight, everybody ghost
Same routine, same fake-ass grin
Emails floodin', boss on my skin
Lunch cold, scroll till my eyes bleed
Home crash – couch, Netflix, weed Traffic jam, some fool cuts me off
I flip the bird, he don't even scoff
Gym mirror laughin' at my face
Bills pilin' up, rent in my space Same damn loop... yeah, no cap
Mom texts "you good?" – I ghost that
Blue screen glow, mind on fire
One more night, still wired
[Verse 4]
Streetlights flicker, shadows play tricks
Phone buzzes empty, no one to fix
Coffee cold again, taste like regret
Another day lost, no reset yet Alarm rings again, same hollow sound
Shower cold, mirror fogged, no one around
Suit on, tie crooked, fake smile rehearsed
Subway doors close, another day cursed
Headphones blast noise, drown out the pain
Crowd pushes close, but I'm alone in the rain
[Hook 1 – nou, scurt Verse 6 – nou]
Desk light flickers, papers stack high
Colleague's laugh fake, I fake a reply
Coffee stain on sleeve, heart on low battery
Clock says five, but life's one big lottery
No jackpot waiting, just debt and despair
Another night home, staring at air Same damn grind... yeah, no cap
Same damn grind... but maybe snap Pockets empty, head full of noise
Dreams deferred, just background toys
Same grind, same pain, same old cage
Waiting for something – but nothing's complete
Crowd's dead silent, no one to boast
All these faces, just empty ghosts
Yo... maybe I walk out, leave it all behind
No goodbye note, no reason, just mind
But nah... still here, chain too tight
One more breath, one more fight... (16-20 bars, no vocals – soft trip-hop swing at 120 BPM, pulsing 808 bass drop, faint hi-hats breathing, dark synth pads fading in/out, tension build with subtle glitch effects) Same damn grind... but hold up, wait –
If I'm still kickin', maybe it's fate
No fairy-tale hope, no bullshit dreams
Just another breath, another scheme
Same damn... yeah... grind...
...but maybe not forever.
Or maybe... just fuck it. Never.
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[Verse 1] Same damn loop... no cap Clock tickin' loud, fear on tap Wake up, grind, coffee burn my roast Bus packed tight, everybody ghost Same routine, same fake-ass grin Emails floodin', boss on my skin Lunch cold, scroll till my eyes bleed Home crash – couch, Netflix, weed Traffic jam, some fool cuts me off I flip the bird, he don't even scoff Gym mirror laughin' at my face Bills pilin' up, rent in my space Same damn loop... yeah, no cap Mom texts "you good?" – I ghost that Blue screen glow, mind on fire One more night, still wired [Verse 4] Streetlights flicker, shadows play tricks Phone buzzes empty, no one to fix Coffee cold again, taste like regret Another day lost, no reset yet Alarm rings again, same hollow sound Shower cold, mirror fogged, no one around Suit on, tie crooked, fake smile rehearsed Subway doors close, another day cursed Headphones blast noise, drown out the pain Crowd pushes close, but I'm alone in the rain [Hook 1 – nou, scurt Verse 6 – nou] Desk light flickers, papers stack high Colleague's laugh fake, I fake a reply Coffee stain on sleeve, heart on low battery Clock says five, but life's one big lottery No jackpot waiting, just debt and despair Another night home, staring at air Same damn grind... yeah, no cap Same damn grind... but maybe snap Pockets empty, head full of noise Dreams deferred, just background toys Same grind, same pain, same old cage Waiting for something – but nothing's complete Crowd's dead silent, no one to boast All these faces, just empty ghosts Yo... maybe I walk out, leave it all behind No goodbye note, no reason, just mind But nah... still here, chain too tight One more breath, one more fight... (16-20 bars, no vocals – soft trip-hop swing at 120 BPM, pulsing 808 bass drop, faint hi-hats breathing, dark synth pads fading in/out, tension build with subtle glitch effects) Same damn grind... but hold up, wait – If I'm still kickin', maybe it's fate No fairy-tale hope, no bullshit dreams Just another breath, another scheme Same damn... yeah... grind... ...but maybe not forever. Or maybe... just fuck it. Never. #DarkIndieFolk #TripHop #SpokenWord #UrbanConfession #LateNightVibes #MelancholicBeat #IronicRap #NoEscape #GrittyMood #808Groove #RhythmicSpoken #GroovyTripHop #SwingBeat #Pulsing808 #HipHopSwing #BeatDriven #FlowMaster #UrbanPulse

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