Fourteen Weeks To Midnight -- Country Rap

[Spoken Intro – slow drawl over acoustic guitar + beat drop] Seventy-two years and I still got fight. Spokane streets, same mile every night. YMCA’s just up the block — I been passin’ it by, But tonight I ain’t passin’ no more. Tonight I get mine. [Verse 1 – Rap flow with twang] Boots on the pavement, sneakers on fire, Chasin’ that body my soul require. Glutes tight, waistline slim, Every rep, every set, I’m reborn again. Spokane nights, that neon glow, YMCA callin’, “girl, let’s go.” One mile up, but it feels like ten, Still I walk through the doors, I won’t quit again. [Chorus – Sung, anthemic country-pop hook] I’m doin’ it today, for the woman I’ll be, Veronica’s reflection, she’s smilin’ at me. Step by step, sweat drips free, At the YMCA, I’m takin’ back me. [Verse 2 – Rap with bounce] Lap after lap, I cut through the blue, Water don’t lie, it tells the truth. Friends on the side, they clap my name, This old heart beats like a runaway train. Fourteen weeks, tickin’ down to the night, New Year’s Eve kiss, yeah, I see that light. I’m mad at the years I let slip away, But I’m writin’ my story, I start today. [Spoken Bridge – over banjo + beat drop] You said I was late. You said I’d lost my chance. But I still got rhythm, I still got a dance. Fourteen weeks of grind, fourteen weeks of sweat, Bet your last dollar I ain’t done yet. [Chorus – Sung, bigger harmony] I’m doin’ it today, for the woman I’ll be, Veronica in Spokane, and I’ll be free. Step by step, mile by mile, can’t you see? At the YMCA, I’m takin’ back me. [Final Verse – Rap to close] Seventy-two years, and I’m just gettin’ loud, No shame in my game, I’m standin’ proud. Clock strikes twelve, fireworks ignite, Fourteen weeks, girl — I own that night.