𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟

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[Intro: Warped vocal sample loop, vinyl crackle, building tension]
[Verse 1: Filtered MPC drums, muted 808, dusty pads, confined feeling, dry close mic, sassy flow]
Everybody got a plan they wrote at twenty-two,
Half of it got buried under shit they had to do,
Wake up, get dressed, the same commute, the same dead stare,
Whole train full of people goin' somewhere but not there, (nowhere)
Lunchtime — fifteen minutes, swallow food and check the clock,
Back to back to back to back until the body stops, (stops)
Nobody complains 'cause everybody doin' it,
That's the trick — it feels normal so you never question it, (never)
Years go by like exits on a highway late at night,
You ain't countin', you just drivin', hopin' somethin' feels right,
Promotion came, the money came, the furniture got nice,
But the face aged ten years and the smile lost all its life, (all of it)
Funny how you speed through life but end up movin' slow,
You built a whole life but you're lettin' it all go,
So you keep it movin', head down, grind until it's done,
But nobody ever tells you when the "done" is supposed to come (when?)
[Chorus: Beat drop, full 808 sub, wide stereo, additional percussion fills, chipmunk soul sample doubles, shimmering synth layer enters, melodic hook peak, energy climax]
Wake up, look higher than this shit beneath your feet, (HIGHER)
Life ain't gonna wait while you're stuck on repeat, (nah)
Not broken, not finished, just forgot to lift your eyes, (LIFT 'EM UP)
It was always right there — you just never had the time
[Verse 2: Drums breathe more, bass groovy and clean, atmospheric layers, spacious, confident open flow]
It don't take a breakdown or some big dramatic scene,
Kids out on the block just ridin' bikes in circles — free, (free)
Old heads playin' dominoes like time is not a thing,
Somewhere right now somebody quit a job they hate,
Walked out with no backup just to feel their own weight, (feel it)
Trees been changin' colors but you drive right past 'em daily,
Seasons switchin' up and you ain't even notice, crazy,
Stranger held a door and smiled for nothin' in return,
Small shit — but that's the kind of thing you gotta re-learn, (learn that)
Barbershop still packed up every Saturday the same,
Same stories, same jokes, same laughs — and none of it got lame,
The world ain't stop because you put your head inside a screen,
It kept goin' — beautiful — and that's the part that stings, (ooh)
Everybody knows somebody trapped inside that race,
Got the house, the car, the check — but somethin' missing from they face,
It's about rememberin' that workin' ain't the same as breathin'
[Chorus: Beat drop, full 808 sub, wide stereo, additional percussion fills, chipmunk soul sample doubles, shimmering synth layer enters, melodic hook peak, energy climax]
Wake up, look higher than this shit beneath your feet, (HIGHER)
Life ain't gonna wait while you're stuck on repeat, (nah)
Not broken, not finished, just forgot to lift your eyes, (LIFT 'EM UP)
It was always right there — you just never had the time
[Outro: Deconstructing beat, reverb wash, decaying 808, voice filtering down, fade out]
Nobody's coming with a sign that says "wake up," (WAKE UP)
The alarm already rang — you just ain't looked up enough,
Higher ain't the top — it's when you finally decide to see,
The door was always open, people — walk out and be free (be free… be free…)
[End]

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[Intro: Warped vocal sample loop, vinyl crackle, building tension] [Verse 1: Filtered MPC drums, muted 808, dusty pads, confined feeling, dry close mic, sassy flow] Everybody got a plan they wrote at twenty-two, Half of it got buried under shit they had to do, Wake up, get dressed, the same commute, the same dead stare, Whole train full of people goin' somewhere but not there, (nowhere) Lunchtime — fifteen minutes, swallow food and check the clock, Back to back to back to back until the body stops, (stops) Nobody complains 'cause everybody doin' it, That's the trick — it feels normal so you never question it, (never) Years go by like exits on a highway late at night, You ain't countin', you just drivin', hopin' somethin' feels right, Promotion came, the money came, the furniture got nice, But the face aged ten years and the smile lost all its life, (all of it) Funny how you speed through life but end up movin' slow, You built a whole life but you're lettin' it all go, So you keep it movin', head down, grind until it's done, But nobody ever tells you when the "done" is supposed to come (when?) [Chorus: Beat drop, full 808 sub, wide stereo, additional percussion fills, chipmunk soul sample doubles, shimmering synth layer enters, melodic hook peak, energy climax] Wake up, look higher than this shit beneath your feet, (HIGHER) Life ain't gonna wait while you're stuck on repeat, (nah) Not broken, not finished, just forgot to lift your eyes, (LIFT 'EM UP) It was always right there — you just never had the time [Verse 2: Drums breathe more, bass groovy and clean, atmospheric layers, spacious, confident open flow] It don't take a breakdown or some big dramatic scene, Kids out on the block just ridin' bikes in circles — free, (free) Old heads playin' dominoes like time is not a thing, Somewhere right now somebody quit a job they hate, Walked out with no backup just to feel their own weight, (feel it) Trees been changin' colors but you drive right past 'em daily, Seasons switchin' up and you ain't even notice, crazy, Stranger held a door and smiled for nothin' in return, Small shit — but that's the kind of thing you gotta re-learn, (learn that) Barbershop still packed up every Saturday the same, Same stories, same jokes, same laughs — and none of it got lame, The world ain't stop because you put your head inside a screen, It kept goin' — beautiful — and that's the part that stings, (ooh) Everybody knows somebody trapped inside that race, Got the house, the car, the check — but somethin' missing from they face, It's about rememberin' that workin' ain't the same as breathin' [Chorus: Beat drop, full 808 sub, wide stereo, additional percussion fills, chipmunk soul sample doubles, shimmering synth layer enters, melodic hook peak, energy climax] Wake up, look higher than this shit beneath your feet, (HIGHER) Life ain't gonna wait while you're stuck on repeat, (nah) Not broken, not finished, just forgot to lift your eyes, (LIFT 'EM UP) It was always right there — you just never had the time [Outro: Deconstructing beat, reverb wash, decaying 808, voice filtering down, fade out] Nobody's coming with a sign that says "wake up," (WAKE UP) The alarm already rang — you just ain't looked up enough, Higher ain't the top — it's when you finally decide to see, The door was always open, people — walk out and be free (be free… be free…) [End]

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