[Intro - Piano bounce] Not every win comes with a stage. Some come with a key And your name on the lease. [Verse 1 - Laid-back bounce] Clean shirt hanging, lunch packed neat, Shoes by the door for a different reason. Used to sleep ready to leave in a rush, Now it's the alarm and a bus I can trust. Food in the fridge, rent got paid, Little bit left at the end of the day. Won't sound massive to some bloke online, But I've known hunger, so that one's mine. Called my mate back. Didn't duck out. Got something good I can talk about. Still got problems, still got bills, But I'm allowed to feel proud of this. [Build] If you've had to start from none, You know the size of a quiet win. Put your glass up— Let the bass roll in! [Chorus - Chant, bounce drop] SMALL WINS! BIG SOUND! LOOK AT WHAT WE BUILT FROM THE GROUND! ONE STEP! THEN TWO! TURN IT UP— THIS ONE'S FOR YOU! [Verse 2 - Triplet bursts] Not a flash car, not a house on the coast, Just a full night's sleep without bracing for ghosts. Not a headline, not a room full of praise, Just a week where I didn't give my peace away. Went to work. Came back. Didn't need to numb every inch of that. Had a rough hour, didn't scrap the day, Let it pass without throwing everything away. I used to move the goal when I'd get close, So nothing I did ever felt like growth. Tonight I'm stopping to take it in, Can't keep surviving and refusing the win. [Bridge - Drums drop out] I remember empty cupboards. I remember cold floors. This ordinary evening Is something I worked for. [Final Chorus - Crowd, brass] SMALL WINS! BIG SOUND! LOOK AT WHAT WE BUILT FROM THE GROUND! ONE STEP! THEN TWO! TURN IT UP— THIS ONE'S FOR YOU! [Outro - Grinning spoken rap] Rent paid. Beat loud. That's a good fucking night.
