Coming Down [SSC3, USA]

lo-fi hip-hop, laid-back beats, smooth flow, rhythmic storytelling, minimalistic production, chill vibes, honest

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Looked up at the clock, seven-thirty,
Kitchen's a mess, cans scattered, laundry's dirty.
Drove down the block, feeling unworthy,
Lanes weaving, vision blurry, future murky.

Heart racing, but inside, it's a drought,
Chasing something, but what’s it all about?
Reflection’s staring back, filled with doubt,
Life’s curtain pulled back, ready to bow out.

[Pre-Chorus]
Promises to myself, paper-thin,
Swear it’s the last time, again and again.
Shadows under streetlights, where I've been,
Looking for the light, but it's dim.

[Chorus]
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.
Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown.
Quiet moments scream the loudest sound,
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
Evening fades, another day's script flips,
Echoes of laughter, life’s slips.
Nights blend into days, reality rips,
In the cycle, my heart skips, sanity slips.

Empty bottles, empty halls, an empty plea,
Seeking solace, but never truly free.
The cost of fleeting joy, a heavy fee,
In the mirror, who’s that? Is it me?

[Pre-Chorus]
Conversations with myself, silent cries,
In the depth of night, a part of me dies.
Alone in the crowd, wearing a disguise,
Seeking truth among the lies.

[Continue Pre-Chorus]
Alone in the crowd, wearing a disguise,
Seeking truth among the lies.

[Chorus]
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.
Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown.
Quiet moments scream the loudest sound,
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.

[Verse 3]
Mornings whisper, night’s confessions,
In the quiet, seeking directions.
Paths untaken, life’s intersections,
Moments pause, self-reflections.

Bridges burned, in hindsight, lessons learned,
To the stars, for guidance, I yearned.
Pages turn, for peace, my soul churned,
In the flames of the past, wisdom earned.

[Continue Verse 3]
In the flames of the past, wisdom earned.

[Pre-Chorus]
Echoes in the silence, finding my way,
Through the darkness, before the break of day.
Every step forward, a price to pay,
In the quest for light, I fray.

[Chorus]
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.
Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown.
Quiet moments scream the loudest sound,
The hard part isn't going up,
It's coming down.

[Instrumental Outro]

[End]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] Looked up at the clock, seven-thirty, Kitchen's a mess, cans scattered, laundry's dirty. Drove down the block, feeling unworthy, Lanes weaving, vision blurry, future murky. Heart racing, but inside, it's a drought, Chasing something, but what’s it all about? Reflection’s staring back, filled with doubt, Life’s curtain pulled back, ready to bow out. [Pre-Chorus] Promises to myself, paper-thin, Swear it’s the last time, again and again. Shadows under streetlights, where I've been, Looking for the light, but it's dim. [Chorus] The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown. Quiet moments scream the loudest sound, The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. [Interlude] [Verse 2] Evening fades, another day's script flips, Echoes of laughter, life’s slips. Nights blend into days, reality rips, In the cycle, my heart skips, sanity slips. Empty bottles, empty halls, an empty plea, Seeking solace, but never truly free. The cost of fleeting joy, a heavy fee, In the mirror, who’s that? Is it me? [Pre-Chorus] Conversations with myself, silent cries, In the depth of night, a part of me dies. Alone in the crowd, wearing a disguise, Seeking truth among the lies. [Continue Pre-Chorus] Alone in the crowd, wearing a disguise, Seeking truth among the lies. [Chorus] The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown. Quiet moments scream the loudest sound, The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. [Verse 3] Mornings whisper, night’s confessions, In the quiet, seeking directions. Paths untaken, life’s intersections, Moments pause, self-reflections. Bridges burned, in hindsight, lessons learned, To the stars, for guidance, I yearned. Pages turn, for peace, my soul churned, In the flames of the past, wisdom earned. [Continue Verse 3] In the flames of the past, wisdom earned. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes in the silence, finding my way, Through the darkness, before the break of day. Every step forward, a price to pay, In the quest for light, I fray. [Chorus] The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. Riding highs, facing lows, in them, I drown. Quiet moments scream the loudest sound, The hard part isn't going up, It's coming down. [Instrumental Outro] [End] [End]

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